The wait

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One day indeed
The clouds will pour
The rainbows will be real
The mangoes won’t be sour
The dawn won’t steal
The sweet little dreams

Untill then with hope
The little eyes shine
Each day look up
Couting tiny delights
More than a hundred
On each tree grew
The fruity green dew
The sunny days spent
Under the cool shade
Showing away the birds
Counting, the endless game!

One morning indeed
The colour would grow sunny
As yellow as the sun
As sweet as the dreams
And then no one can stop
The climb to the top
Savoring the “MALDA” feast
He slipped into sleep!

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