Unending monsoon, tall grass
weeds upto knees in a flooded field.
Suddenly a copperhead hisses between
my legs and flees rustling the weeds
violently. My hair on end, quiet
parrots on a nearby mango tree
taken aback bend heads looking into
the field and chatter incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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