The jealousy wind
Angrily blowing in the late morning
Whirring echo
Rattling roof tiles, branches and leaves
The wooing in the darkness
Only street and porch lights shine
Casting shadows wavering politely
As the jealousy wind cry
I can imagine
The inhabitants sleeping snoring away
Ignoring the whirring cat calls
Sound asleep oblivious to it all
Others wake up for praying
Then the heavy downfall
Cleansing the haze and dirt
Of the sky and rooftops
Thundering to the ground
A cycle begins once again
The jealousy wind
It makes one staying awake
Crying of lost values
Of people forget
The basic of our being
The inheritors of heavens
When we learn it right
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