Back again have come,
Days of joy and pomp.
Back again I wake,
With that old humming song.
From a distance,but clear,
Can I listen to the music ,
Of the cool morning breeze,
Passing on.

Back again today,still in bed;
I hear the ramayan jingle.
Calming and soothing,
Cleansing the soul,
In the air it's piousness spread.
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Back again in this sunshine,
I see some keeping bowls of water.
On the roof and balcony,
Finding out a little time;
For those...