wet season has come again
the drying river and the muddy crocks
the moving hippos and the travelling swans
all sing praises to thee
with the first dropp of thy holy water
the birds have a singing galore
laughter and eerie songs fill the forest
and even the unborn can look into being born
for its a time of happines and wetness
hamid kareem
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