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A nice poem on rainy season, loved it.

On the dazzling forehead of sky no kiss of the clouds Now it's the pregnancy of rainy season tears of the black clouds in the luscious lips of thunder broken heart is swinging on the torn net of the stars no dream of life there is but love now spreading the odor of the corpse on the pyre of remembrance flooded all over inundated- grave of raining...........