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May 16
The Rainy Summer

In shower of raindrops
I see dancing the tufts of grass,
Under the shaky trees
Lying a huge flower fruit mass.
In midst of stormy wind
I sludge through the mud.
Frozen is the cow,
Standstill buffalo and stud.
The rain begins to pelt down;
I cover myself with the sack.
During dark drizzly night,
The absence of light
Takes me into the past far back.
The lull song for me
Is sung by the frog-choir.
Soon I fall asleep
That crickets and fireflies admire.

S. Bharat
It's a depiction of life of people in Maharashtra (India).
S Bharat
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S Bharat
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