“You pierce Earth for its soaking memories,
And last in the sweaty mind of farmer’s glories.
Those lost souls float on the shores,
With thy raging droplets thy scatter the existing spores.

Lingering words slithering forth,
Raining tears and eternal loathe.
Ungoverning fog sweeps thy breast,
Waves tangle at shore to my unrest.

What nation couldn’t beheld thy beauty?
Streams of benevolence would storm every insanity.
Wherever I speak ,I speak of your swift pleasent clouds of rain,
I will walk wet forever withyou in all roads of pain.”
                 – Teja


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