Thursday, 6 May 2021

Rooted under a scorching sun

  

Rooted under a scorching sun,

Balancing a bubble

On one sweaty fingertip,

Watching the flickering flame

Of one wasted candle,

We await

The next monsoon-

To come so soon,

Bring more rain

With less-wind.


 

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