July

summer bullied,

tugging hard;

sweating,

stinking humidity.

Night shuddered…

July washed the stinky air ardently 

pushing the summer beyond the hills.

Summer retreated with vengeance

and July, with its romantic stories poured, flowed through the city

washing down dark poisonous fog; unclogging the veins of the city;

bathing trees and plants; satiating the thirsty earth...

Monsoon danced,

hugging tight;

selling dreams,

she drenched all in her desire...

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