Sky is beclouded
A heavy down pour expected
The earth becoming so shy
Traces the valuable seeds locked
And herself plants in depth
Becoming to be greenish beauty
The grains of wild grass comes
And a beautiful blanket made
To their mother of nature
As a bed to take rest all times
The poor humans sits in the bed
And scratches in their own ways
May it be from the unconscious mind
There in near a beck's noise
The rain water plays well in beck.
Nearby a children plays with
Paper boats that ready to float.
In some distance two peacocks
Making their own honeymoon in love.
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