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The clouds of wandering mind,
This afternoon, when it touched me, I was thrown far away -
The sky of Khoyab village.
Heads up the hill of memories
Broken ‘after the scorched chest.
Fading in endless streams
It dawned on Diganchal's mind
A bright white-black picture.

It was such a rainy afternoon,
Lost in the whims of the mind
Holding the hand of the cloud.
The birds have never returned home
Know the way.
The clusters of trees are calm, dense,
Silent.
Rain on the way to Medur
I walked - beside you.
The smell of cloudburst
Beaver was mine
Twenty-one year sky.

Then.

How many Shravanas have returned crying
At the end of the day.
Zero has been heart wrenching
The sound of waterfalls in the mountains.
Still, I understand, the clouds did not come.

Many centuries later, today I hear -
She's gone,
It falls from Meghdana -
Tup, tup, tup.

Ma ma pa dha ni, dha ni -
The song of that day got wet.