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Wet and Green

Rishika Goswami

It's raining outside.

Heavily, shall I put.

Locked in the comfort of my room,

I am watching it through the window.

Mother Nature, getting drenched I see.

Why then is my heart damp?

Why are my eyes wet?

Why is my soul thirsty?



Poet Rishika Goswami

lives in Guwahati

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