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The Prime Rain!
The prime rain on a scrotching summer day,
punishes the heart to sink in dance.
With its each cold drop,
little cupcakes of happiness explode inside me..
And the more it rains
the blood overflows from the veins.
Thus a silly country bumpkin gets trapped in thee,
the lap of luxury of the slapped squally.

The day when summer finally broke its deadlock,
The royal highness condemn the dogmatic frock
And heat died at its wet dock.


© Aena Meshram