Cloud never seeks moon lit night,
Plays with rain birds.
Sleeping birds and beasts get awake
With the approach of thunder clouds.
Bearing of storm can't be guessed
With less sense,
Impulse covered with fear
Never whirls within offence.
Life vehicle is apt in plying
Overlooking hindrance,
Life river continues running
With lots of forbearance.
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