Escape the rooms
She fulfills the wish
No more silent
I pluck the strings
Welcomed her
Clouds more dark
As her friends followed
Carnival time
Air-condition
Banned, its open air
Swinging in the breeze
Wet leaves
Clung tight, dancing
In the corner
Serving only raindrops
And ginger tea
We all are high
Continues for long
Streets lights joined
Adding some glitter
Muteness of rains
Vanished, now
Drumming the roof
Strings play, but now
On a high note
The rock starts
Sudden voice of
Old classic song
Turns into karaoke night
Into the mood
Voice demands
Glasses of cognac
No alcohol says Him
Its nature's night
Coke on the house
Serving coke
On the rocks
Solves the purpose
Party is paused
Rains had to leave
Confirmed next date
And now that remains
Is the plucked string, and
Latecomer croaking frogs
-- Tanvi D
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