Wednesday, 17 April 2024

Thirst

The Summer's ache 

Poking in thirst, 

the monsoon's heart, to shake.

This undying need, 

wanting solace more than greed

Oh my darling clouds, 

just entwine,

Wrap up in dark dusk,

Hide that piercing sunshine,

Soak us in your pleasure, 

To know the mirth of 

rain beyond measure.



Art : Self, Acrylic on canvas 

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