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Comments about Shruti Agarwal
From the sinking heart of sky,
Towards the thirsty crust.
You falls upon the ones going to die,
To give them a new birth.
O see! My dreams are growling,
In the herth of pessimism.
Blow it off by your bubbling,
To quicken a new birth of optimism.
Behold! Your mighty shower,
Which turns many buds into flowers.
Today given my pencil a power,
To write a poem about your shower.