The noon at its thoughtless gray ,
Waited for the black night ,
The winged vampire rose from forest ,
And the desert got flooded with tide .
The wintery snake smelled ,
The grotesque of wild summer ,
Sweat oozed drop by drop ,
The anvil screamed with stroke of hammer .
The spent up swimmers loitered on the shore ,
The masquerade feet yelled at half-shut door ,
The virgin Desert opened
her heart ,
To take in the Himalayan brook ,
The greedy tongue suspended its hang ,
To relinquish the primeval cook .
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