Stream
It is hot
Not as was…
His head shaved
Skin shade of cloud before rain
Face bumpy like plains
On his cheeks
And below either eye
Hidden bags, full of puffs.
Must have had alcohol and sleep
Much…too much!
Little walk, little heat has effect on the weak
Has made a misty day on forehead.
It looks like windowpane
There I see the sweat
Making a stream.
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