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Rain Rain, Go Away...

By Yasaswee Yashmin


The rain mocks me

As I try to imitate it.

The sky clears up after it leaves.

But I remain blue still

after the tears have passed.

“Again?” I hear

When the rain comes with me.

Maybe they’ll call

Once summer comes.


By Yasaswee Yashmin


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