Smell Of Wet Tanned Trots Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen
Smell Of Wet Tanned Trots
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The Evening Came with the Clouds
On the New Trot leaves,
Monsoon's traditional tune
Bats come and gather on the branches
Very young Night,
On the other side of the window
Fluttering of wings, brawl
In the dark,
On the wet ground,
Continuous dropout of Trot Flowers,
Rain mingled with bathed in
Opened the window at dawn
The air smelled of Wet Tanned Trots
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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