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    The Rain Drops

    The land,
    The blue sky,
    and the patches on thy.
    Nothing but the water
    in different moods,
    Somewhere in lakes and
    somewhere in the clouds.
    The drops,
    that down to earth.
    As an eager baby,
    to meet the mother,
    after a long depart.
    The drops never tiddle
    they know their starting
    and their destiny.
    *Binay Mohapatra
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