Light rains turning heavy,
Dew drops turning into bubbles,
The wisps of condensed moisture,
Are stacks of cotton balls!
And when you come along,
Imaginations seem reality,
The monsoon brings snow-flakes
And there are Dream-falls!
Pitter-patter comes down the life,
And I absorb each drop.
How beautiful when the sun shines,
And the ponds hold singing frogs!
A tip here, a tap there.
I compose a rhyme.
Even the sourest and the most bitter,
Taste like sweet-lime!
A puddle here, a paper-boat there,
We weave the sky into a blue-shawl.
In the warmth of nature and the frozen dreams,
In smiles and tears, plays the melody of life's song!
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