The splotchy blot of the yonder eastern sky
So cooling piercing the grey
Bewitching its aesthetic orange
Empowering its blue sprawled
But fallacious, fallacious
In mid-day of its white bright..
Ogreish, throwing a volley of invisible ammunition
Scorched up feasting on the fauna
Horrendous combusting the flora
Ferocious quench of its thirst
Atrociously impinging the nearby Indian ocean
Entering steaming into homes
Devastatingly beating humans down to sweat-streams
Leaving everyone to feel on edge
Departs in diminished grey, black, dark, night
Lingering on.. its fiery menace fully swung
Farther twinklings pacify crooning 'don't worry'
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