With every blow of morning breeze,
How a melancholic heart feels,
Knows no cuckoo, & no waving leaf,
Till clouds gather, and it rains & rains,
Watching the rain tripping down the drains,
Filling the grounds, making ponds around,
Washing all dusts off, removing pains,
Clouds settle, giving way to beaming rays,
And making the rainbow, and all gay,
That's how GOD coloured my day.,.
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