Drops , droplets and me .
showers of blessings
from heavens ,
drops of tears from sky ,
on and on ,
as the feet marched ,
heart rejoiced ,
with moist eyes
and forlorn thoughts ,
just a mask
for communion
with Nature
unfolding
a new season ,
a new reason
to live .
akash
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