The doors were bolted,
the breeze,stranded in courtyard.
But chimes still ring,
with heavy beating overcast.
Lost to destiny,
A sound plugs can't hide.
The monsoon has arrived.
The acidic rain will bite.
The roof,
plastered last season.
But alas! I know,
the ceiling will indulge in treason.
The will is so defiant,
It will leak.
Rain will chafe the heart.
Drenched heart will tweak.
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