Blue sky is very clear,
No more thunder we hear,
What is hidden, is the cloud tears.
Wind's fury quiet by the time,
No more it's war time,
What we left with is the sunshine.
Chirp of birds is out by now,
No more hidden are the cows,
What to see now, is the broken boughs.
India is full of fears,
No m
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