# Rain in My Blood #
Raju Baruah
Cloud of my dusk memory
Knocking at the door
I am with the red donkey
Hanging like a ribbon
The smoke of half burn cigar is in my eyes
I have drunk the night with the red chili of your corporate garden
Nothing is visible
Not even my childhood picture
Still playing with those colorless color
And soundless word
Still waiting in this banquet hall
Listen to the soundless word of rain in my blood.
Raju Baruah
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