Come July

Rotation and Revolution of the earth bring forth another July;
July - the cruellest of  all months,
The seventh month
In the calendar fluttering in the wall.

Seven is a magical number,
Like the seven steps around the sacred fire,
Or the delusional togetherness for seven lifetimes.

This seventh month is magical too,
And enigmatic,
Creating illusions of making the earth fecund,
Bringing the promise of incessant downpour.

The July sky is overcast again
With clouds pregnant with the hope of rain,
But the water-drops coming down
Don't always soothe the frayed nerves,
For this July brings only acid rain;
Corroding the soul,
Bit by bit,
Slowly,
Silently.


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