It rains
Blood from the sky
Breasts of cloud-girls wide open
Red milk oozing out in shower
The tired city bathes in cacophony
Before it retires to the arms of gloom
Rain falls on drains, dustbins
Concrete jungle, thirsty and hungry
Licks haemoglobin of music
Croaking of frogs lost in oblivion
Come on, boys and girls
Float your paper-boats on blood stream
Dreams of slum drift in water logging
A tree with raincoat walks into manhole
Melting salt cries for sun
Match box dampened flames no fun
Downpour, soft and nostalgic
Brings the death news of Kalidas
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Float your paper-boats on blood stream Dreams of slum drift in water logging A tree with raincoat walks into manhole........... .red acid rain yet rills deep as when blisters skin of soul, beautiful write by plight of of own home devastating,10++, thanks for sharing