In my school days
the raindrops on the mango trees
visible from my classroom window;
during my summer vacation
the morning walk along the green hills
amidst the reigning silence;
during my college days
the evening walk along the green canal
flanked by the crimson sky
nature was same
nature remains the same
nature will be same
but every time
my feelings were different
commensurate
with my age and wisdom
feelings are preserved
feelings are unique
feelings can't be gifted
the miracle of our brain:
each such nice feeling
can contribute to our joy
even today
and that is the gift
from the Almighty.
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