The moon shines profusely
so do the Kaans blooms
in the clear night
drums reverberates
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            Alighting at the bus stop with wife and son, 
A gentleman looked for a rickshaw puller anon,
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            How can I provide solace
To that mother
Who has lost
Her two sons in heydays?
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            Sleep I not and cry, she sings lullaby showing my uncle.
Mischief increases, shows she something to fear.
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            A paper boat I'm
from a kid's imagination
left on the puddle
to take his imaginations
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            For the lay beauty gazers, 
she is beautiful, 
For her lotus skin 
and kiss worthy look.
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            In a relaxed mood, 
She sits at the dressing table, 
Idly combing her stresses.  
Discovers some silvery strands,
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            In a stormy my night
it rained with thundered
shuddering everything
and parting the coherency
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