So much trouble
The brownish color
Cripples the chilling wind
Giving a dreadful texture
To the lonely shadows
Murmuring to the motionless ripples
Lies its side
Whispering its melodies
To the breezy tall tree
Hearing the fistful bliss
Ad the greenery mountains
Strangling its day and night
By embracing the muddy landmarks
Saying hello to the felicity
In the dawning eve
Preethi
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