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Sonal Singh

Abstract

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Sonal Singh

Abstract

The Rain

The Rain

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Tippling down from the eaves,

Like a wine glass overflowing its rim;

It drips down in a soggy embrace

Leaving a trail in its wake


It behooves it to whisper to the skies

That are droopy grey in their slumber

To awaken and resound with applause

At its dancing descent.



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