Lotus leaves merrily sing, a tune of the droplets mellow,
Some twigs get thrilled by the drizzle,
while some dip in shallow,
Thirsty soil is consoled by the fragrance dousing each furrow,
Surroundings drenched in delight, as the
streams swell and flow.
(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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