In the dry season
Everything is dull
And lifeless,
The joyous poet tries his best
To find life and beauty
In the entire atmosphere,
But his sincere efforts prove futile,
Finally he finds
Infinite life and loveliness exists
Only in his great poetic realm,
He becomes a blithe spirit then.
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It is true what you write, The poet will find life and beauty in his poetic world at last...10