Each drop of monsoon rain
pierces heart with sweet pain
Sorrow-filled wounds refreshed
Each enjoyed event becomes threshed
All seven days usual painful
Every raindrop seems mournful
Darkened heart like watery clouds
All brings A SHOW being special proud
My life is a sorrow-filled raindrop
Being harvestable but useless crop
Halted breaths with saddening wing
For me it is a deadly fiend
Despite Surrounded several people
sorrow and me like church's Belled-Steeple
(Danish Sarfraz)
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