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The heavy thundering of clouds
inaudible, harsh to ears
is so terrible that
the cooing of the peacock community becomes
dumb,
their mirthful dance is out of question.
In between lightning begins to flash
like a flippant woman unrestrained by prestige, by dignity,
making clouds angery, intoxicated!
And,
torrential rains start..
It is an experience like that of a waterfall,
not of small and big drops,
the earth is getting drowned in water.
It is a fury of the watery existence;
on all sides there spreads a covering of clouds.
When did the day end
and when did the tamasa (darkness) arrive;
can't be known.
Who would tell, whom to ask?
And,
the clouds go on gathering, lightning continues bursting, intermittently hailstones shower, cold wave keeps blowing, praharas (quarter of a day) pass on;
in such a state, oh!
How can sleep come and who would like?
Silent Soil :: 441
