I was born in the east
With the growing and glowing Sun
Amid the hills
And-
Witnessed the same sun
Retiring in the western sea
I saw blooming blossoms
In the cerulean blue
And witnessed
the last leaf, falling in the dying drought
Enjoyed! First shower of monsoon
And seen same rain snatching cheerful lives
I breathed bliss
And turned it into dust
Still, I chose to smirk and smile
And resolute to spread it mile after mile …
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