It was a sad gloomy day
With the monsoon breeze
Flying in from the Himalayas.
The darkening waves of clouds,
Shrouding the day light, was just
Flowing in the glimmering sorrows.
Sweating on in humidity high
Under the darkening cloud
I was all alone with a frozen sigh.
In the furies of magical chimes,
I had to keep my hopes lay idle
Under a leafless tree
Full of grayish branches,
With my sight up above
The unhappy sky
In search of raindrops…
Like a crow in a desert
Flying relentless
For a hundred years…
© Atique R.
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