
The weather is sick,
Rain is pouring outside the corridor,
Inside the room, an art has happened,
The clothes in a beautiful arrangement,
Line up in a disciplined manner,
Like students in school obeying the headmaster,
In a straight line they are hanging,
Cannot lying in comfort on the bed,
Clothes know discipline too,
Until dry, they will wait,
Friday, April 18, 2008
When It Is Raining
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