Rain clouds gather in the sky
Like stalkers in silent consensus.
Grinning, communicating eye to eye
Crouching for you
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Well done, Mandira! I like the way this poem starts, 'Rain clouds gather in the sky Like stalkers in silent consensus.' When life seems to be a jail, the onset of monsoon instead of making one feel happy, only serves to magnify the feeling of powerlessness.
Permitting neither retreat nor bent, i can see every word, nice job....