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[Poem] - The Shower

 
 
A drizzle of monsoon rain on your crystal window or a splash of lazy shower in your bathroom – whichever you could relate to, imagine that. For, I always believe that there are two things you own – your imagination and your thought.  Here is a poetic notion of my interpretation of the water-clad, tiled walls; my muse for the day is the shower.

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  1. AnonymousAugust 26, 2014 at 7:03 AM

    :)
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  2. SGAugust 26, 2014 at 8:45 AM

    Beautiful.

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  3. LocomenteAugust 28, 2014 at 11:37 AM

    Lovely... Lessons learnt and taken :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 28, 2014 at 9:15 PM

      Hey thanks :) Welcome to my blog :) Glad there was something to take !!! :D

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  4. RajlakshmiAugust 29, 2014 at 8:59 AM

    arey kitne dyan se dekhti hai raindrops ko ... wonderful lesson learnt :D

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    1. UnknownAugust 31, 2014 at 9:40 PM

      Princess kabhi kabhi yeh lazy mind ko feed karna padhtha hai :)
      Thank you sooo much for dropping by!!! :D eeee

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