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AN ELEGY OF A DUSKY DROP

Dusk was a dark one
The sun kept hiding
Creepy shadows lengthened
And clouds kept roaring...
Thunderbolts
Howls of angry winds...

You sat alone...alone
Behind your lonely window
And watched the cattle
Returning from the pastures
And the darkness
Engulfing every single soul
Sparing nothing
Not even the windy howl...

You felt the shadows growing
Around your dark presence
A creed of emotions
Of some promised return
Burnt your heart...
You wrote poems
Abstracted and dark
About some dark history...

Yet a drop fell
From the stormy heavens
And your dark eyes...
The first drop of monsoons
Perched on a green leaf
With a melancholic tickle
And a muted thud
Ran along its spine...
So did your emotions
They creeped down you
In some serpentine way
Your pen felt restless...

Rains poured on...
On the thatched roofs
And on muddy roads...
A shadowy coolness
Spreaded its wings
You fell asleep
With a restless heart...
And you slept
And slept... 
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