Roaring sky, baby clouds gather around, as construed in old text
Sod is wet; life of grapes returns back, enliven yet to be;
Bungalow is awaiting char in sunglow
Bequeathed from Babur to Ananda, unmindful dream, hilariously delusional
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Well penned and a profound composition. I love this lovely poem....
Brilliant selection of words, really enjoyed a lot of imagery in your poem