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See it is easy you sit in front of the Keyboard but the letters

Stutter as the Scorchin Sun peels Your Skin you go to Your

Powder Room and the Umbrella is swept by the Storm

And there is Wind Hail Dust Smells Rain but Not Quite

Another failed Day No Rains and the July Skies look


Threatening but Just Mother Earth is Parched while Hot

Tea is Served

There is a Death in the Village

Shaven heads beedies breast beating like a Festival in

Reverse

Tha Animals are amused will they get their due bramble

Bush

And then the Lightning came The Old man put his Cot

Inside

And Three drops of Rain fell and that was that

The Death in the Village became the next Attraction

As the Rains have failed but Wait there is the Distant

There was this Massive Rainbow as if to Say

It is all Over for the Eyes to Behold

Saying Good Bye to Rains is Like saying to a Friend

Who balked at your Banter and Selfishness but

Amongst all of Us Selfishness cn be Tolerated but not

The Dirt of the Mud that tell Lies

And Half Truths