In the sky, the Koel sings its tune,
Upon the tamarind tree, the parrot croons.
Upon the bamboo, where the wind does play,
Blossomed brightly, the jasmine on display.
A procession of words, I now unfold,
The jasmine, the topic of stories old.
The first to flourish, no doubt in my mind,
Proclaimed with laughter, the jasmine we find.
Words spoken, as they...
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