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Articles: Poetry | THE SKY IS BLACK
- Mr. purushothamarao Ravela
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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
The sky blessed
the earth with bountiful of water
Plants, Humans and Living creatures
Wet and shower their hopes.
R.PURUSHOTHAMA RAO
Supani123@yahoo.com
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