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Apr 2020
It pours from the heavens
A long confinement sealed
It drops like hail cannons,
A moment of reprieve.
Thunder dear, never could drum
Deliverance that fell from up high
Lightning was a screeching flash
Affection falling from the sky !
And night clouds do not dissolve
Dubious why it wasn't made known,
All black, a shimmering design,
The solipsistic man's joyous cry.
And till next morn's awakening,
Might there be tip-tapping more.
As night takes over,
And rain acts transporter,
Transcending it all to a level high !
Zhavaed Haemaed
Written by
Zhavaed Haemaed  28/M/India
(28/M/India)   
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