The incessant rain
Cast a translucent curtain
And through it
The cyclops on wheels lizard like moved...
The people with coats
And in rain fully soaked
Moved also at paces...
Variedly destined to different places...
The yellow round eye...
On the wet iron smoothly died
And overhead wires of electric pulse
Monsoon's siblings blithely retouched...
And a city bred painter would with his brush a scape love to do
From his urban window replicating a wet city on view...
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