A Painting
It's raining outside
Trees structuring stories
Someone drenching inside the self
Night is fading
A little bird
feathers wet with raindrops
finding no place to perch on
is at my window
Out of the window
A street vendor struggling
to save her foodstuff
from the threatening rain
Close to her shop
a bare bodied boy
drenching himself
and playing with mouth organ
In the balcony
Two friends are capturing the milieu
with brushes and colours
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