Air
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In the pleasant afternoon
I was walking with great ease,
Gentle air was blowing,
I was trying to clutch it
Like an innocent child,
One of the passers by frowned me saying,
"What a fool you are! "
I remained silent,
As I thought even with my foolishness
I got immense pleasure with it.
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