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Your Mood Of Late, O Rains Comments

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You drain your all to quench parched hills,
Man manoeuvres others to fell,
Heaven's gifts for profit to sell,
You rain, a scorched wounded heart heals.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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Indira Renganathan 17 July 2019

'What use boons be to thankless man? '...yes...what use? a thought provoking question...meaningful and well thought out poem

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Aniruddha Pathak 18 July 2019

Thank you for reading this older poem of 2016. I appreciate your feedback.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 April 2019

If boons paid back are best one can Would not this planet be heaven? .......insightful presentation. Beautiful poem amazingly shared.10

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Aniruddha Pathak 01 April 2019

But mankind is not in the mood to listen to, thank you Kumarmani ahakul.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 April 2019

Simply sublime sonnet, sir Aniruddha....10+++++++

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Aniruddha Pathak 01 April 2019

Thank you Bernard Asuncion, but a cry in wilderness as it were.

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