The air is pensive with persuasive hot and humid
As it had been yesteryears before the long parting
And very liitle were read of the clumsy faces sweltering
Leaving the stiff desires strewn in the river bank indifferent.
All the elations and hushed confrontations and commeorations
Sank under the sand bed of dull prohibitions and palpitations
To be slighted forever in nature jubilation like the dead woods,
All the deluge of greenery after the monsoon mirth
All the orchestration of inimitable tunes of beatle droning
Will ever be shut out in the doors of forbidden fantasy.
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