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The clouds are
The clouds are long distance travellers
Equally care free with a stumbling little baby
Freedom is its aim and it enjoys sailing
Rains are its blessing when it is very happy.
Clouds move village to village, country to country
And looks our beloved ones and bring their touch
As in the touch of rains, we get something
Really you are a true friend and continue moving.
poem
by
Satyabrata Barik
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