Frogs jump in joy
as the rain leaves
drops of nature
for them to breed.
Evenings be filled with
laziness dipped in coffee
Tomatoes are to ditch
in a bowl of soup
for the noodles to finds its place
Jars kept open
to be filled with cookie shakes
as I am too tired of hot in colds
Raincoats lie folded in the corner of the store
reminding me of memories of childhood
that none seem to care now
Steaming pots of noodles
twisting up to a swallow
Peculating the stolen cup of ice cream
hiding from my mother’s glance
as it’s not to be had
with the rains
Children still indoors in their
den with empty water floods
without paper boats
All Elbowed into their joy
of playing that racing galore.
Mystery finds its place
in stores of the book
left open.
calling for me unveils its trance.
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