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The Invisible Truth

Mar 19, 2023
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Updated: Jun 7, 2023

By Sneha Tripathy



Pitter patter raindrops on the roof

And little drops on the soil,

Can help soothe like a spoof

And aid out break every turmoil.


God made a wonderful mother

She, whose love never grows old

A peaceful smile like sunshine

And a moulded heart of pure gold.





Chilly winter vanished away

Tiny Robin was spotted far,

New life has come today

Windy nights with twinkling star.


Let them be the tiny raindrops

Or mother's love which never betray,

Even the pacifying spring which stops

It happens in real that nothing gold can stay.


By Sneha Tripathy





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