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Rains We Prayed For

By: Tirta Mulia Putra (School of Mathematics)
Competition Year: 2014
Votes (17) | Comments (4)
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Stumbling through the crisp wind, cringed,
Winter afar and grasses swaying, Wild tufts verdant, their deep roots hinged,
The fields now violently fraying

The rebellious revolt of wind
Puffs of white now grey, The petrichor I cannot rescind
There will be no whey

This Summer.

The burst louder than the screams
The monsoon more pervasive than it seems

Floods of water
Floods of fear
Floods of blood
Floods so dear

Respite from dry decay
Stomachs envisioned empty
It took my house away
Will my crops be aplenty?
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msjstinal:
WAH, brilliant. such meaningful poem. good job! :)
KangHsien:
Inspiring much :)
Annelie:
Nice poem. Your theme really comes through without need of explanation. Good luck
bruceleewannabe:
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