Turning all around, while sprinkling
Clouds of fine drops hang in the air
It looks like the clouds are drizzling!
As the drops touch the fading roses
They blush & turn into red red roses!
Daisies too, don't lag, too far behind
They burst into smile and rub noses!
Dianthuses put on big velvety smiles
Seem all set to foot miles and miles.
Marigolds are their old self, grinning
Standing steadily without any guiles.
Three cheers for the brave sprinklers
And three cheers for smiley showers
Lest you forget the hand behind them
Three cheers for Vineet's watt-hours!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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