Late night
when the world slept
rain has come
in my dreams
the cool drops
I smelt and slept
late night
when the sadness spoke
heat wearied
the hearth cruelly
heart of earth burnt badly
then came the message
flashing across the sky
in silver tongues
licking across the clouds
milking the garden green
with a deluge of
fertile theme
In the morning
when I woke up
sweetly sun
peeped from east
the lethargic earth
after all night's play
luxuriously lifted
her lustfull hair
tempted the breeze
held the lovely layer
for sun to stroke
with warmth and dry
like a maiden
in front of electric dryer
still exotic
the sight appealing
sang the birds of
breeding nests.
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