Rays of sun,
bright and golden
trying to hide its glory
behind the grey clouds
It peeps out momentarily
like the shy girl blushing
at every glimpse of her man
Hope and miracles
are like rays of the sun
in the winter sky.
They come and go
like the four seasons
The sweet love,
the deep feelings,
the warm cuddles;
and desire of being loved
is need of the hour
The rain drops
from the heaven above
as the blessings
for bright future
As the rain stops,
the rainbow arises
out of the clouds
with the seven colours
of joy and prosperity
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