By Midhlaj Padoli
Yesternight, far upon the hill, one lone tree did rain. Droplets oozing off every single leaf. Incessant downpour. And the waters were carried by its own roots To far-off lands, Where the crows mewed, cats crowed, elephants hummed and snails did run. From where, one little rose swam to see the tree rain. Much to her surprise, the rose found it the same as she did the day before yesterday.
Midhlaj Padoli is a poet from Kerala, India
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