The rain is splashed on me,
The winds are strong, but I hold on to my shawl.
Am drenchy wet all over,
Shivering but mirthful.
***
The sun has taken cover,
But the crescent moon winks at me.
The Northern star is bright,
The Milky Way is forever, as the stars twinkle.
***
The fireflies create a dazzling Kaleidoscope,
They are here just nearby,
And their warmth is enough.
Darkness runs away from them.
***
The croak chorus is on,
And the reflection of the crescent moon,
Falls on the pond.
I wish to look at my reflection but,
The wink of the crescent moon satisfies.
***
The Northern warm wind,
Softly is on my face, am dozy, dreamy
And the wings of doves flap in my ears.
Softly and off I am in the land of the Kings.
***
The great bustard sings and laughs,
Am wet and alive again.
Another day am dry, rain freshness is on my Nostrils
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