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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?


::x::x::x::


Poet Rishika Goswami

lives in Guwahati


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