Don'T Worry..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Don’t worry, rain,
Air is not wiping your tears,
When you weep in vain,
But pushing you all over,
To drop you in drizzle and thud,
Pouring out is good to the hearts,
Letting you clear all your heavy thoughts,
When you finished crying,
Realized your own mistakes,
Get composed to hide away,
Air comes in to dry your wet clothes,
On the ground, dirty leaves seem to be fresh,
After the ritual baptism of the souls,
Sun will be out and we get back our path to walk.
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