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Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery Are it's weights! O there the puffs Of mighty Nature blow O I wonder What is next! I feel flowing With the wind In a moment Drops pour Torrentially Till they satiate me O it takes Just a few moments! O it arrives! This is my Kalbaisakhi
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
Kalbaisakhi
Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery Are it's weights! O there the puffs Of mighty Nature blow O I wonder What is next! I feel flowing With the wind In a moment Drops pour Torrentially Till they satiate me O it takes Just a few moments! O it arrives! This is my Kalbaisakhi
Local rainfall at the arrival of summer in eastern India! Really scintillating!
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
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