Red tiled roofs
That breathed fire in summer
Are green velvet now
The blue sky
In million intermediate shades
Finally, has turned dark grey
Black charcoal
Orange Flames
Golden bhuttas roasting
And your lips purple
With blood
Of fresh succulent jaamuns
Rain is just water drops falling down
Transparent
Colorless
© rajendra pradhan
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