September, The Cruellest Of Months Poem by indira babbellapati

The dragon flies stage

An apology of a dance

To the reverberating coarseness

The parched leaves throw

Into the vacuous space



The frail fatigued feathers

Droop under a blazing sun

They keep flying

A bare sky and an equally

Bare earth as the backdrop

Their arid throats go coarse



One half of the earth flooded

While other half wags its parched tongue



A distant thunder teases

Filling hope into a bone-dry heart



22sep2010

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