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The trees look up with mirth,

Thanking the almighty lord,

the one who gave them all birth.

Gently the cool wind blows

Rhythmically the rain-drops fall

Through the air the hailstone flows.

The beautiful smell

The petrichor

Praises the world where we dwell.

The cuckoo’s sound

The calming music

Heals every deep wound

God is afar

As far as can be

on some celestial star

Yet he is here

I see him

His words I hear…


Published by Ishaan Sharma

Hello There! My name is Ishaan, and I am a poet with a wandering imagination. I travel my wide thoughts and pen them down. I look forward to hearing from you!

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