when...
when …when is it that u shall comeMy body sweats in [a] wait of u
The sky clear, the sun ablaze
Perhaps in the villages the peoples faces r set in patient glaze
& Yet u show no sign of urself
The last time u came
U let urself free; u bent the trees and cleaned their leaves
U washed away the rubbish
U flooded the streets and had the entire city at Ur mercy.
And u showed them none
But the little urchins enjoyed it thoroughly
Oh, what splendid fun
The roofs leaked, even though they were fixed.
Buckets put up everywhere
People cowering for shelter
Going all around, here and there
My arms outstretched, my brow drenched
Singing in thy glory,
darken, clouds growl
Waiting and wanting to tell me another beautiful story...
posted by kunalmithril @ 10:57 AM
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