The sounds of the rain delighted!
The fragrance of the soil flowered!
In the nerves of the plough
Leaning in coma at the corner
Of the worn out thatched hut
A thrill sent cheerful shivers!
Cutting deep furrows in the soil
It dreamed of its own songs
To the raining tunes!
It mounted on the necks
Of bullocks at early dawn
And on the strings of the earth
Wove new cheerful melodies!
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