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The voice of petrichor: A poem by Supriya Bansal

 I opened my window after a deluge, the sky swarmed with swarthy clouds, 
The verdure glistened, the breeze capered ‘n cavorted, richly endowed  
 
The earth sighed, soaked under a shower of iridescent drops 
The petrichor emanated, deep from its very core, gliding overtop 
 
I asked the slight, placid being, “And, who could you actually be?” 
Remarkable it may sound, she sat by my side ‘n calmly resolved my query, 

I’m the voucher of an amorous liaison, 
when the rain dropped down with unbridled abandon, forsaking poise ‘n grace 
the earth clasped it to its bosom, entwined it an impassioned, heady embrace  
 
I’m a melody of mellifluous longing 
A sign of impetuous departure, the fragrance of the long, lost love 
Essence of a thirsty yearning soul, ardently gazing at the sky above  
I’m the redolence of a spirited promise 
Not the forever kind, not for eternity— they don’t matter somehow  
But of everything in the lovers being, the promise of their ‘now’ 
 
I’m petrichor, the aroma of the earth’s gaiety ‘n satiety, it’s transient ecstasy  
a fading, withering memory, a wistful, haunting dream, a dainty, sublime legacy