I imagine the aroma which comes out of the earth while it rains
that distinct smell which adores the parched soil
and the land shedding its tardiness of the heat
In moments like these I feel I could still be a child,
to roll out a paper boat with all my dreams
in a journey never to be finished
and shed all the heaviness which
the passing years of my age have put me under
सुन्दर कविता है.
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