Monsoon season,
numerous clouds,
multifarious sizes,
various colors,
some are flashing,
some are thundering,
some have precipitation,
dome don't,
moves here and there,
direction less.
But all of them,
whatever their nature may be,
vibrates the strings of,
romance and passion,
gives eternal signal,
of afresh life.
Clouds are hope of life,
today,
even forever.
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