In the sweet smell of roses,                   

In the garden, In the rain,             

A little girl, walking alone,

In the umbrella view,

is hiding her teeny weeny

wishes in her eyes,

frees her of the umbrella,  

drenching in her

free spirited wish,

Singing and dancing,   

In the melodious tune

of anklets and bangles,

in twinkling bindis and her smiles,

In the moment, so precious,         

She holds the rain drops,         

In her tiny palms,         

grasping the magical trice,         

Of a pure desire,         

that is alive forever,         

as a reminiscent dream!

         

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