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With her children visit, she would.
No matter how much he opposed.

Ma Durga wept Shiva thundered.
Helpless her tears drowned the earth.

Cyclones danced, clouds burst. However,
sweeping away sorrows the sun emerged.

Branches laugh, benevolent drench trees.
Tickled by breeze, giggle flowers, leaves.

Durga's homecoming season perceives.
Distant drum hum awesome nostalgias.

Harvesters' period gather in crops.
Man on soil is evermore capacious.

Across around nature, harvest it is.
Give and give, no end, plenty receives.


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