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Shiv Singh

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Shiv Singh

Abstract

Few Drops

Few Drops

1 min
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Morning,

Pleasant weather,

A chilly surrounding.

Sitting alone,

Staring outside.


What have we lost?

What we gained?

Ruined by baseless thoughts,

Few drops of sadness.


Rainy weather,

Wind reviving happiness.

Those lights from the cloud,

Reminds us about bloomingness.


High yet so low,

Thoughtful yet wandering.

Flying yet dreaming,

Few drops of keenness.


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