Through the sprinkling showers in pleasant solitude,
Tiny drops on the face dwelled an ease,
To thrust the droopy blues.
The downpour dragged out in plenitude
The sorrows, drop-by-drop they came
And gushed out that anguish.
The free-flowing stream,
Not only had the sorrows, but also the joys
Inter-laced, one could not be without the other.
24 Dec 1998
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