(From
my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue')
Gains
A
parade of umbrellas
Passes
my window view
Sometime
back
thunders
rehearsed
a
terrible slaughter,
found
flashing with
crucial
wrath;
predicting
a total ruin
of
this poor kiddy earth.
Now
the distant tree
trickles
down
some
vain hopes;
gutters
began to
heave
lengthy sighs.
the
rain is humbled.
It
mumbles gently
on
my house top,
telling
of gained wisdom,
the
Velako brand .
Vaiyavan
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