Seshendra Sharma
Nagaraajupaadu/Nellore district/AP/India
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Mid Summer

A tree raised he voice and called me
Spread her cool shade
Like a mat of flowers
And welcomed me -
A bird in the blue
Changed into a dot
In the hut of an oppressed man
Rolled a drop of tear
Sweat raised its hands
And prayed to the summer
Wished that sky should become
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Mid Summer
Friday, February 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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