Lined up but empty,
the tiny wasp nests
clinging onto the underside
of a majestic palm leaf
speak silently of
those sudden n' painful
stings of the past.
The sun has set and darkness is carving out spaces for itself. A curious hand brings something that looks strange. Shh! Can you hear the leaves crying silently, exhibiting symptoms of thirst ? Nature shows its creative bent.
A sudden crash! The end of a glorious innings... The sun, the rain and the wind have played their part but no worries, you'll see me back, sometime later, as an eco friendly broom.
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