No wind can carry away all the sands
from a sea of sands.
No green leaves will want no more music air to let them dance.
How many gifts are just too many for a birthday boy or girl
when he or she plays with clouds boozed with bubbling joys?
What do we do when we go dry
with half quenched up thirst?
Do we not have to try to salivate
to soothe the parched heavy tongue?
We are thrice blessed when we are blessed with a full jug of juice!
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