Squalls Poem by Mrudula Rani

Squalls



To wrest a torrent awaited gray clouds,
Over slatey, somber clay grounds.
Initial drops of rain blotted to circles of mire.
For unquestionable thirst of life is mo fire.

Yen ardour to survive droughts so retell
Rains are relief, hope heavens re sell.
Veiled sun confused the hours of day,
Further more to paint what could do Fay.

Squalls
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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