The sky is BLACK
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The sky
Turned black
From the blue tint

All the organism
Felt joyous

The dried grass
Withering crops
Thirsty towns
Rose their necks

The clouds
Invoked
The lightnings
And thunders too

Some insects
Fly high
Singing
Welcoming tunes

The earthy mud
Blew the fragrance
Specific
Like camphor weaves

The nature
Clasped the moments
With picturesque beauty
In its hearty cam


The nectar
From the heavens
Started drizzling
The joy knew no bounds

Plants
Humans
Living creatures
Wet their hopes.

R.PURUSHOTHAMA RAO
Supani123@yahoo.com