Maha laya

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When the leaves turn and beckon,
winter comes calling

The kaash and the shiuli
wave their heads in glee

The breeze turns balmy
hugs common between him and me

Little children's laughter
rise up to the skies

The sun wakes up with a smile
and fades with an orange sigh


We know Mother its time
for you to come
with many a gift and surprise

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