As the thunders hailed for a glorious downpour
The clouds cloistered in the small loops of light
Moistened by the calmness of a havoc roar
Sparkling shapes of majestic forms came marching
As beads of pearl quenched the thirst of the lands
Monsoon came a bit too early.
The clouds cloistered in the small loops of light
Moistened by the calmness of a havoc roar
Sparkling shapes of majestic forms came marching
As beads of pearl quenched the thirst of the lands
Monsoon came a bit too early.
Taking a dip on the tips of withered leaves
Or the brink of the musty canisters hanging from walls
The freshly wet grass called upon all to smell them
Adding spices of a sensual aroma to our 'sense'
Tempting us to sit on the softness of the muddy floor
to gaze upon the gloomy sky and feast on nostalgia all day.
Or the brink of the musty canisters hanging from walls
The freshly wet grass called upon all to smell them
Adding spices of a sensual aroma to our 'sense'
Tempting us to sit on the softness of the muddy floor
to gaze upon the gloomy sky and feast on nostalgia all day.
The droplets carry an immense joy with vacuumed promises,
Filling to the brim cusped with empty voices and a lover's kiss
Tagging us like children in different shades of gray
Since we are all puppets in the name of the God,
In the travesty of life to which we are all vested upon
Only the potent lie of different extant makes us different.
Filling to the brim cusped with empty voices and a lover's kiss
Tagging us like children in different shades of gray
Since we are all puppets in the name of the God,
In the travesty of life to which we are all vested upon
Only the potent lie of different extant makes us different.
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