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The Tropics


An orientation .


The sunshine ever so bright

always scorching right

keeps one warm and humid

renders one meek and timid

not anything to do with character

all through depends on the weather

perspiration and fatigue are a deviant

drive one far away from the event

paralyse they populationto the core

never allows one to reach the fore

that be the destiny of us

who live in tropics in a buzz

where the population teems

the sound of life is in screams

yet we survive between the droughts

Well! it could be our stoicism stout.

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By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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