The needles of water drops,
In the guise of raindrops,
Penetrate in my body through.
The sky overshadowed,
The earth, cloud-hooded,
In a legendary romantic row.
The shower sets fire,
On the Freudian desire,
Scratching the wounded Love.
The thunderclouds soar,
The Cadamba (Kadamb)incite more,
Monsoon clinches wings of Dove.
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