All in one evening(Poem)

Difference less streets
and
all-round walkers
crossed me on the road.
The monsoon potholes,
family scooters,
stilled trees,
danced to the rain.
Rich breezes
woke up the tadpoles
and the souls
dulled by dusty fates.
None
there
to give
a kind shade
to my Samsung
and young lungs.

So many
flammable stirrings
all
yearning
a
mystic dance
under the mythical clouds.

—-Drunken drops.

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