An every day
A long tiresome sultry dayThat time of the yearPallid, humid month of May.I bask in the shade of a treeBirds and flowers, go aboutRehearsing their daily spree.My time has stopped, eternity asunderI should be workingInstead, walk on the hill, in shameless...
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Atul Mongia
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