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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

o my dear cloud...

He came /
With yourself ...
Brought him.
Its spacious,
Sleeve boasts ...
Wide from the sky ..
Wound to the chest.
For which /
Was Earth /
Restless .... /
World .. /
Was getting ... Uncontrollable.
Was as ...
Out /
There was so much ..
In /
Hot air;
Hot breath,
Warm walls ..
And somehow ...
What - What!
All /
The lumbering /
That Atkeli /
With air ...
SOT cloud .....
When water - water /
Queen brought rain .... ---- Shri Ram Roy

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