Black Rain Is Gonna Fall: a Triolet
Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
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The clouds are gathering to again
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud.
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain.
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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