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Anamika US St.Thomas School Thiruvananthapuram
A Few Sprinkled Drops

 

Yet the rain, laundered the leaves,

Away from its great stagnant filth..

So it could be the inward drops,

Shoving from the vast sky...!

 

Water, the peculiar slogan..

For the boundless range for my thirst,

Not for mine, but for all..

The true flourishing souls..

 

For the prolonged life time

It blessed as a remedy,

As a drift for waiting hours..

He raised apart from glow.

 

When we felt the water drops,

We had a sturdy smile...

It retorted swiftly,

For the vacant answer blanks...

 

Inside out it jerked,

Against the written ages..

Save as you can..

Because, life is beneath it!

 

Water waves the glimpse,

To heal every wimps..

I knew the colourless fluid,

Has changed all in mild..!

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