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Oh! Rain!

O rain! O rain!
Do you come down to give me pain?
Making me stop my game
Returning back without any fame.
O rain! The root-knot of life
Though from deep oceans
Change from one form to another
Climb up high in the sky
Travel so long for miles
Year after year regularly
You pour water mercifully.
Your splendid beauty made me mute
And so I honour you with a real salute.

Sriram V, XII B1
Erode: Erode Hindu Kalvi Nilayam

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