Drops

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1 A seed, A sprout, A plant, A tree, And fruits, Without mud’s and care! 2 Self, Character, A human, Intact A nation, In fact, 3 Breathing we wreathe Unbreathing we weed Perseverance! Thy art; O Lord! 4 Broker Bureaucrat Politician A nice friend Mother is eaten by the kids “O Crab! ” 5 Where our perception is confused True and false is misused A truth established. Nude and painful We are suffering. 6 I had a bull dog So lovely he was A promised one The rogue! . After sometime noticed I To tell this I feel shy Dog was barking at me And my full family, But seeing intruder waved the tail Silently! crisply! merrily! 7 Once I kissed the hiss Created fuss on to the rival To be a great for survival When Hiss turned to me Reacting worst then the enemy I called them senseless bugger All laughed including me Mirth of childhood! 8 Water doesn’t keep anything From the outer world, pushes up Our body also does the same A natural phenomenon Can truth be buried in falseyard?

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