Sowing Season
Absolute silence pervades -
matching your face with the rain clouds
With a deafening roar the clouds burst
and your emotions
The farmer soul springs in joy,
" At last, the sowing season has come"
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
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