Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Void Roars

Dark clouds only gather
But they do not pour
For they are afraid rather
Of the deluge that'll fore.

The chatak hovers hoping for drops,
The scorched land longs for a embrace,
The dried trunks ask mortgaged green robes.
None as well wants nothing less.

But Lord Indra stultifies them all
For he ostentatiously holds the anchors
Commanding clouds not to fall
And thus they fear his wrath.

Dark clouds indeed when pour
Have the might to break all wrath
And ouster all with reign no more, 
But perhaps they fear the bitter aftermath.

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