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Kalbaisakhi

The gloom is lurking over in the distant
And is heading towards,
The winds have started blowing hard
And lo, the kalbaisakhi is coming
After the daytime heat and temperature,
Heat wave and its ruffle!

The gloom extending over, the trees rustling by,
Winds blowing hard and howling,
Followed by the rains lashing,

Trees shaking dangerously
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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