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It is mid-July,
There is this
Vivid evening sky,
Colours contrast
And compete,
The monsoon clouds,
Assume different shapes,
Against the stark blue,
The fluffy white of the
Floating clouds,
The dark grey of the
Rain-heavy clouds,
Looking like a mushroom wide,
Another, a huge funnel,
In the sky,
Some are islands, scattered about,
While others look
Like a raised fist,
Or, a sitting rabbit or
An idling crocodile,
Painting the sky with
Range of stunning colours
off-white, pale, grey,
And intense blue;
The crying child,
Missing her mother,
Stuck to a barred window,
Looks up at the vault,
And instantly
Forgets her absent mother,
And finds
Many playmates so dear,
In God’s
Wonderful sky.
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