Friday, 30 April 2021

That Rumbling Thunder...MAMTA BANERJEE

 Woke up to the rumbling thunder.

Streaks of lighting, lit my bedroom.


The air conditioner and the All out went -put.

O! a power cut...

I fidgeted for the bolt.

I wanted a breather of fresh air.


As the portals of my door opened...

Flashes of lightening greeted me.

There were some spatter of rain drops from the sky.

No breeze,...a lull of a kind.


Streaks of lighting, continued.

Suddenly I lost my interest to watch the downpour.

Got into MY beb-stead and woke up to the buzzer...



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