And we have locked him outside
till such time a vaccine he does not provide
he must also know
man has since grown
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he is Autumn who comes again an again rain OR no ran...... no rain parched land Even seasons abscond Only dry hot weather Killing all soul ever.... Even drought becomes truth sometimes....
...........manure for our dried up shallow brains............wonderful.............thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.