Once we were human,
Raindrops beating the floor
Fog is drinking the nectar of the soul
Sun is napping on clouds
Birds are talking to leaves
Trees are drinking the nectar through roots
The sunlight playing with clouds
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Such beautifully vivid imagery is the hallmark of this very well-written poem. Thank you for sharing, Devender.