A Message Presaged
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Indira Renganathan
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A clear blue sky above
Down the pre-summer breeze
Gently rippling through
The shady trees
Presaging something loving
That restless waiting man
Feels some good omen
Expecting his life's better-half
A favourable season's moment
Yet he's not in a good mood
Until his better-half
The metro water tanker
Arrives though late by a month
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