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Rain has her own song,
even weak or strong
when ping on the leaves or lake
there life seems to wake
sometimes she sings
while dark clouds has shown
as if I am alone,
when the heavy monsoon blown
Sometimes she seems
like a deep sad song
where she comes with southern cloud pang
And melts with little bits of my blues,
Ah! her melody divine -
And flows through my blue spine-
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Well expressed poem on seeing through a magnifying glass instead of a small lens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and a lovely song.