The Drops Of Rain That –
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The drops of rain that –
They play on the window-sills
Filter in between old stones
Old roofs
And leave dilapidated houses.
To the dry soils
They are the saviors and
With open mouths
Parched and tired
The flowers and the trees and
Woods
Await
Enjoy drop after drop
Gorging their appetite.
The night covers all
With a silk mantle
Always –
Irrespective of seasons
Weather time and
Circumstance.
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