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The Freshness Which Rises.

The freshness which rises,

Takes away the gloom.

It brings a smile on your face,

And makes the roses bloom.

It cares,

It nurtures,

It bestows many beautiful boons.

It is a blessing,

Which many ignore,

As freshness which rises,

Comes from the unknown light,

Which belongs to the Lord Sai Ram.

Adios!

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Under The Sun.

Under the sun,

Sat Robin,

Writing a poem.

It took him an hour to complete it.

It was dedicated to his brother,

Who was away,

Studying in college.

He was Robin’s best friend,

But now he missed him a lot.

It was times with him,

Which made him the happiest,

And through his poem,

Which he would send to his brother,

He would ask him to come home soon.

Adios!