Beauty of our mother earth always shows variety of shades, but as soon as the month of Shravan comes around, beautiful wet greenery shining sunshine spreads all over. This poem is all about this gorgeous beauty of Nature.
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Beauty of our mother earth always shows variety of shades, but as soon as the month of Shravan comes around, beautiful wet greenery shining sunshine spreads all over. This poem is all about this gorgeous beauty of Nature.
My new poem about gorgeous lover drenched in the showers of Shravan; the 5th month of Hindu calendar.
I had lost my precious prism, which, from a temple, I had stolen. Since then, Butterflies from my eyes flew off and they are gone,