Left The Copy-House Hurry-Scurry Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Left The Copy-House Hurry-Scurry
Fair and foul weather. The sky overcast.
Raining incessantly since morning.
Gust of wind opened the window and door.
Branches of a deep blue tree swinging seen
My naughty poem-lassies laid in wait.
Left the copy-house hurry-scurry;
Running stood under that tree
Green thunder-mango falling down.
My poem-lassies collected
And kept in their folds of garment.
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10/8/2025 4:15:58 AM # 1.0.0
Under the tree! ! With the ways of nature. Thanks for sharing.