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The First Rain Of The Year.

Tonight, it is happening.

Thundering and raining.

The first rain, relief for all.

Welcome my friend!

Welcome my beautiful season.

You wash away the dirt, the filth, the loss.

You will give happiness to farmers.

The small grasslands will grow.

The sea will get a bath.

The rainy flowers will blossom.

The desert will smile.

The mountain, the cascades will quench the thirst.

In towns, muddy roads, potholes,

And inconveniences.

Umbrellas, raincoats, water shoes will be there.

The grey conch has been blown,

The mighty hand of nature is on work.

It is hard time for men and for the birds.

And for all.

But still without you,

We are at fall.

Adios!

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The Blissful Night.

The blissful night,

Wasn’t full of bliss.

It was long,

It was strong.

It was hard to be found blissful.

There was happiness in it.

But one had to look for it.

Then the night became blissful.

But was it truly?

I asked God the same,

But he didn’t answer.

Bliss and it’s blissfulness are as different as the two sides of a coin.

The blissful night,

Indeed came and did stay for long.

How to find it,

Remains the song.

Adios!

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A Route To The Bloom.

A route to bloom,

Is a path full of surprise and wonder.

Plants and nurseries are galore.

But the flowering plants in them matter the most.

Plants such as rose, lily, jasmine and shiuli must be there in it.

Once you take a walk around such plants,

You heart and mind both start singing a beautiful song.

The flowers in bloom,

Are such a beautiful sight,

That our eyes do feel relieved,

And the smell is simply scintillating and exotic.

The route to bloom is through flowers,

As when they bloom,

So do our minds, hearts and selves.

The route to bloom brings happiness and cheers.

Like a tuberose and sunflower blooming together.

Rose.

Adios!