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Indira Renganathan
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The clouds are ready
For the monsoon
To help
The wind too is ready
But
One little cloud is
Drifting away
To respite
Towards a peak way
Urges
A big dark cloud
Thundering aloud
Tows the rumbling
Little one with him
For a new hymn
Resting on the
Hill top
A departed soul
Long now
Is hit
Withering its
Old thoughts
Sets out for its
New hymn
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