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Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Blowing winds with temper
White clouds hiding with fear
Black clouds projecting
With a cry of cacophony
Piercing into my ears
Tears flowing from her eyes
Drenching the world
Being rapacious with mean
Symbolising her vehemence
By raining her tears

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