Sitting in the Veranda
The rain came but the water at home didn’t
The gardener came and dropped a vine of Giloy herb
The newspaper brought more news of mismanagement, dismay and grief
The aircrafts sound like a thunderstorm and brake as they get to their destination sooner
The crows coo caw and rattle with different sounds
No need to water the plants as it has rained
A skinny young delivery boy rides a bycycle with a deflated tyre
Amidst sips of ginger tea I glint at the floor to make sense of things I see hear and feel
Things have to be bought, menus have to be planned, problems have to be solved.
Souls have to be assuaged including mine
Morales have to be built but first mine...
Till then I enjoy the pre pre monsoon breeze and coolness on the skin...
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