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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