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The sea’s running a fever again

Clouds gossip above the costal hue

deciding who’ll cry first.

I try to clear the grey,

Thunder turns blunder

Another looming cloud awaits

Then, out of nowhere,

the sky does a soft reset.

Wave crashing like memories old

the traffic sighs back to life.

Smog around, no clouds around

Even in sunlight, I’m half-drenched

Bombay doesn’t do closure,

just drizzle all the way

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