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trees bloom colourful
Mango gold, berry dark hue,
Blossoms shine the heart.
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We worshiped Gods,
The fields destroyed,
By the monkies,
All the crops are davastated,
By the pigs, peacocks,
And We worshiped Gods,
Wheat standing in the fields,
Thrasted by the hails and rain,
In few seconds,
And We worshiped Gods,
Insects, rats nimbled the maze,
Graineries have run out of,
Children demand food,
And We worshiped Gods,
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The rain,
Pain of farmers,
Devastates crops fully,
Put the farmers in dilemma,
The pain.
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hail is everywhere
Wheat ears silenced by its sound
farmer's tears now dried
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The spring,
Flowers Magic
Spreads fragrance all around,
Pain of separation pangs hearts,
The Love
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I was digging bulbs of garlic,
In the field full of hedges,
I heard the chirping of birds,
Sitting on the trees around me,
Melodious sound of different birds,
Made a unique composition,
I kept open my ear to the side,
Of birds, after some moments,
It put me in deep peace,
Entered in my brain,
Soon, the problems pulled me,
Inside and put me in turmoil in side,
Once again, I took my attention,
Outside and kept on the music,
Of birds singing there, making,
Feeling of heaven, again and again,
I was swing inside and outside,
Music of birds and turmoil of
Problems, making hell withing me,
Hell of ideas traffic and its rattling sound,
Was making my mind hell,
As if, I was in like a pendulum,
Hanging between walls of hell,
And heaven,
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Who made hell within me?
Night was darkest but it,
Did not fill its darkness in me,
All the moons were eclipsed,
Moon light was vanished in me,
Society of human made a moving,
Ever burning painful hell within me.
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I found every day,
Three retirees on the bay,
While going on duty of day,
good bye to me They say,
They smile with half teeth,
Peeping out from their mouth,
As they are laughing at my mirth,
Of doing work day and night,
They waive their hands to show me,
My destination, to recall me,
My real place after last knee,
There I loose my life's plea
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