Wired above poles two
Swaying in gentle breeze
Perched by a row of birds on
Sparrows, tailor birds
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Fat and weighty
Puddling in dirt and dust
You are a buffalo
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'Eclipse is nature's play..
Who can question God'
She said to continue
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I'm not a magician
To heal her scathed face
Nor am I a beautician
To hide her dark patches
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Her breezy flash on the neem leaves
Fascinates me
Her albedo- sheen on the green
A bewitching show enticing
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Like a destructive lightning thunderbolt of the monsoon
That day that big bad event happened
Ere that faded out slowly fully in years, so soon
A little cloud split itself in tiny bits sported
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4.'Who's that Rose, Rose
I'm not that Rose, Rose
Who has prickles, prickles
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Hiding yourselves in bushes lying in ambush
Like a porcupine hiding its head bundled
A ball with spines you're formed too
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141.Beauty has an inner colour that reflects outer through the eyes on one's face
142.All that glitters is not gold...so too the farther stars
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