06 December 2020

Monotony

With the roads 
And rhymes of
April and May..

Summer is
Gone.
...
Rooms and
Nights.
May and
Mights.

Through
June...
Monsoons
Bid goodbye.
...
With reds and 
Yellows gone..
Dust like
Thoughts brood..
On December now.

And I'm sure..
January will 
Stink the same.
..

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