When The Clouds Fly Low
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Anil Kumar Panda
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When the clouds fly low
In the sky and they look dark
People return home to take rest
Back from fields back from work
Rain and thunder strike the
Lands making a heavy sound
They fall upon roofs and lobbies
And flow away wetting the ground
When the clouds fly low
They almost touch the trees
Make a sweet humming sound
As if getting kissed by the breeze
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