indira babbellapati - Summer Games

Clouds hoisted hopes
Cool breeze caressed the skin
That was in the morning
By afternoon the penetrating sun
In his scalding passion
Spread on the anticipating skin

How come the clouds behave
Like a 'play-boy butterfly? '

Don't you know
Clouds are roaming romeos
While sun is a commanding lover...

and earth is a passionate receptacle

indira babbellapati

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