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Siva Aravindan

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Siva Aravindan

Abstract

Trekking

Trekking

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The snow-clad hills were murky,

As he climbed above,

It was his first time trekking,

The rocks made him slip,

Clouds above in the fog,

Danced in delight,

The climb made him tired,

But reaching the top,

It gave him an elation.


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