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Rainy Days :)

This freshness after the Stormy Rains!


These fresh greens,
After a rainy shower,
Preen my heart,
And make me feel like a flower.

The soft hues of leaves,
Beautiful tinge they weave,
The freshness looking at you back,
With a lot of self-respect.

How do these birds,
Fly through these storms?
When the rains are so heavy,
That they would easily be beaten down.

A lesson learnt here,
Of courage and hope,
Like birds and flowers,
Our souls should also be dope!

These departing clouds,
Tell me a tale,
A proof when they recede,
That even though dusty leaves
Were often neglected and ignored,
Only after these showers
They look pure,
And can properly be adored.

What a Testimony!


This life is a testimony,
To all the pain and agony,
That even after going through it all
We remain utterly beautiful.

These waves of time
That wipe us with sadness,
The seasons of love
That add unto the happiness,
The unasked-for questions
That leave us puzzled,
And the unending quest
To find some time to rest.

I wonder at the scale of it all,
More so, at the links and stalls,
Of how do we end up meeting
The ones that we need?
Not just for our good,
But also,
For them to be understood.

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  1. Wonderful fiscriptopn of rain from an entirely different angle

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