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A Month Away From May

Heat comes uninvitingly,

even more blatantly, patronizingly,

though rain should be amiably let in.

There is no choice,

as vox pop says,

It is best to accept what it is.

What will be for those

who could not afford A.C fully on,

who live in destitute and distress?

Blaring, prickling, scorching,

sweating, suffocating, nauseating,

cursing, swearing, complaining, withal condemning . . .

But, it is still in May,

just sporadic rumbling, thundering,

just signs they are.

Rain seems still far away,

though it’s only a month away,

to usher in a monsoon paragon damsel.

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