The water, it falls with the silent rush of emotion
I lose track of time
The boys play cricket in a wet ecstasy which only they know
I am not part of it…
My mind is occupied elsewhere
Fever and blank verse strikes me from within
And I cannot understand the reason I donot feel the mirth that I should
Nothing comes straight,
Cloud, grey, wall, darkness reigns supreme
Its an irritation, an itch I cannot scratch
I'm left with nothing but the desire to sneeze!!!
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