on the couch
I can see them coming
their notorious crouch
Right beyond
this milky haze
Seeking a way
their deadly abrade
Convoluted along
by the Westerly gusts
To sequester our mother
from trist and rust
Then lightening came
from every side
The thunder made
no attempt to hide
Itself from
my curious eye
The sky i felt
had begun to cry
Those Neem,those Peepal
did get a reason
To smile,dance and exult
this very season
Joviality in the air,
all heads profound
Rain had come
to quench the ground
Bheegi si ...Bhaagi si...! |
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