Finally the dark cloud has kept its promise, by shedding it's tear on our dry thirsty land. It was hanging up their for a while, Over the city and then clearing up, But could not bear to see plants and residents suffer, Under dust and heat, "I have to shed this tear, Even if it's a single tear, it says" the other clouds gather around, they agree it's the best thing to do, They agee that it's been a long eight months, The last they shed heavy tears, "It won't be long for another heavy tears, they discuss, for now, you shed this single tear," Over the past week everything turned Brown and dusty. The feet of the passer by looked tired and filthy. Yet not one complained about the heat and dust. COVID19 has made everyone desparate to make ends meet. They forgot the season, Prices of goods and services have increased, the desperation is high, Slowly being felt by the residents of the most beautiful city. Other nations call it corrupt, dirty and filthy...
A Diary Of my Thoughts,Inspirations and All Things Beautiful.