The sky is bleeding silver
Needles pierce the monsoon gloom
While the sky screams in pain
A dull scream
Oozes out
From its celestial wounds
The Khayay trees bent under the splintering pressure
Emoting a painful tone
In its own fashion
This is a carnival of pain
Everybody's screaming
Scream precedes scream
Scream succeeds scream
A stream of screams
Rudely incessant.
- Naychi
2nd August 2018, another rainy day
Yangon monsoon
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