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Four full moons have flown away
Welcome ye, the month of May
Where days may linger longer
While the sun may shine brighter
When allergies and mosquitoes hound
Keeping us mostly indoors bound
As we hope to breathe without a sneeze
Walla! my sixth sense says, ‘you may not’
Cool climes have long left us
The rain whispers ‘I am done’
Warm, humid breeze is a rising
Maybe, time we began realising
The flowers and garden greens are wilting
Can we wish away the guilting
Hoping for some survivor
All I hear is ‘May be’
Let’s weather the dust, heat and sweat
Pause to ponder, not to regret
Come what may, we have to stay
‘Coz the month itself is full of pla.
Sheela Pai
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