Everyday I am drenched,
Everyday I am dry,
What am I? A dewy meadow,
Full of green grass,
A life food for herbivorous,
A playground for the children,
A seat for the tired,
Lover's gossip point,
Only in the dark I weep,
Tears roll,
During the day I am happy,
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Meadows are sweet dreams in cosmopolitan towns like Karachi and Mumbai. Children play on roads and cows, goats and sheep look for their food in the cabins of garbage. You have selected a very nice topic for writing such a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.