Tag: july
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July Orchards by Sulakshana Guha
Orange trees, bare wreathedIn July’s afternoon heat. Too late I have come, gone are the fruitBulging, vermillion at first sight, now in bags of jute Their cool juice will spill down throatsAnd the orchard shall swell with more, But I, I shall miss the harvest again,And my bags, junk laden, will entrain the same. The…