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It's the Season of a Poet....

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It's not the season of dark clouds alone,
Not only the season for the admirable rainbows to be born.

It's not just the season of drip-drop rains
Neither of only foggy window panes.

Not just of the inviting breeze,
Nor of the threatening thunders.

Not just for the paper boats to sail in the puddles,
And of the lovely lovers ,under a single umbrella to huddle.

It's not just the time for the nature to rejoice,
And the peacocks to dance with a lovely poise.

But,

It's time for a poet to be born in each of us,
For the words to flow,
Shouting,singing,smiling,
As the raindrops go.

It's time for a hum of happiness from one,
And a smile of joy from another ,
Of seeing the elated rainbow balance from one cloud to another.

It's time for letting the rain wash all the negatives and griefs of yours,
And make your heart,so clean and pure,

That none can open another door for devils to come through,
And only the angels reside in,as in pretty raindrops they do.

So,

It's not the season of dark clouds alone,
It's not the season for the admirable rainbows to be born.

But it's time for each and every mind to be adorned.



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