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Rainy Season

Every cloud has silver lining And with stories all untold From the far off ocean chambers From the far off foggy fold On the puffs of summer zephyr Come they rowing then unfold Oceans, rivulets, ponds and Rivers In the deeps of heart they hold Sea and desert, heath and temple On the mounts of elves and fay In the lanes and yards of Hamlet Pours they in night and day Moon and Sun in Nature's wonder Therest hide and seek play Ladies cook number of dishes Kids they row their paper boats In the lanes in yards of houses Rowan Thou O tiny boats! Shepherds to the sheds returning With the herds of sheep and goats Cuckoo singth in the Bower Leaves in showers come afloat Peasants in the rainy season Gather they for a debate Nature's bounties, nature showers Never under estimate Wells and motors no more needed In a glee they calculate For it they had prayed in temples For it they in burning noons Poured watery pails on elders And then burn the dolls they own Then all kids they gathered therest Then they weep and wail in vain As if they had offered present To the bounteous heaven's Lord Shower unto us thy showers From the sea of Eden yard While elders , for His mercy Bowed to him in morn in noon Distribute they Pots of rice In the wish of rainy boon Hindus, Muslims , Sikhs and Christan Done this all in my Punjab Oh the days of summer whispers! Come from mist! O days of yore! Days of age are days so weary With the glee they are in war; I'll see you, scented phantoms Thou are silent in thy lane Mango, jasmine, beechen, birches Scented scented in the rain Gulls as hermits in the water Standing in unending lane In the houses, in this weather hottest hottest tea and fritters Winsome coke in awesome weather With the gossip, sips they take Rainy weather, rainy season In this way they celebrate

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