Churu -churu churu-churu
drops of cold nectar
from morning ,they fall,
incessant,
it just keeps pouring
like tears on a cold December night.
The leaves outside
drip from their edges
transculent drops
like from a saline bottle
hanging bored,
next to a tired,old corpse.
Gurgling tubes, faint beeps,
red eyed nurses, lonely coffins
they wait, in respite
for a lapse in time
like I wait,
for the churu-churu wassa
to pack up and leave
and say good-bye.
Oh, for some sunshine.
drops of cold nectar
from morning ,they fall,
incessant,
it just keeps pouring
like tears on a cold December night.
The leaves outside
drip from their edges
transculent drops
like from a saline bottle
hanging bored,
next to a tired,old corpse.
Gurgling tubes, faint beeps,
red eyed nurses, lonely coffins
they wait, in respite
for a lapse in time
like I wait,
for the churu-churu wassa
to pack up and leave
and say good-bye.
Oh, for some sunshine.
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