Far away from the buzzling town
Kochi a score miles away
With rain lashing all around
It has been a lonely day
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I picked up the newspaper
And it jumped out in letters bold
Of a story so repugnant
Yet it has to be told
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She is an angel
She is a mother
She is a best friend
She is a summer shower
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If you pluck me from your heart
With not even a cubby hole for me
Without even a tear
Or a deep sigh
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Make me free of the sinful wants
That gnaws upon the dreary mind
That fills the heart to the brim with woe
The curse forever of our race, mankind
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When the flowers are in full bloom during spring
And we blindly pass by
It is not the flowers that lose its beauty
But we, in missing a joy for the eye
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Pray someone tell me what is colour
They speak of red, pink and blue
Of roses red, chrysanthemums pink
The seven that fill a rainbow’s hue
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Sipping tea on the balcony I stood
When a little bird came flapping by
Lost in thoughts, I hadn’t seen her
She came as if dropped from the sky
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For all the evil pleasures
And the lives we lead so vile
When anger and tyranny rule
Wiping away all smile
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Why shoudn’t I be sad tonight
For the night winds are howling
An eerie tune it floats, as a warning perhaps
Of the impending gloom that it does bring
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