Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Summers Comments

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Wind, body, water hot; no relief. Every rising degree boils atmosphere.
O summer, friend or foe I don’t know burning or boiling I am vexed.
Hay dry, liquid fade. No corner left unattended,
Malevolent rays left no place un-accessed.
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Sameer Agnihotri
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