Theme: Hoovering

Need

by Aparna Chatterjee
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Need a hoover
To whisk away
The clouds
From the
Sky....

It's been
Months
I've seen
A sunny
Sky....

If I have to
Live thru
Another
Such
Severe
Winter
With ceaseless
Gloomy days....
I'll surely die.

Such a
Glum, sordid
Weather
Can even
Make a
Joker cry....
He'll run
Out of
Jokes
As he'll
Stop
Feeling
High....

He'll bid
Farewell
To the world
Saying his
Last goodbye.

27-Jan-2020

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