MY beautiful spring makes
A whistling noise
Which I find as my continuous talk
It has bubbles and fishes and fresh face
Which cools down the surface.
It is my coat and umbrella
Who helped me cross it one day,
Not in a rain but as a boat.
My stream of talks is my thought of speech
Which gives a continuous flow.
The fishes, bubbles and its crystal face;
Are my thoughts, gestures and free mind,
I love to be in a million times
A mind is fresh as a spring is fresh.
Talk Soon,
Meenakshi B Krishnan

Nice
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