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The brisk wind, under a high sky, echoes with the mournful cries of apes, The clear blue waters and white sands along the riverbanks witness birds swirling in flight. Endless trees release their leaves with a melancholy rustle, The boundless Narmada River rushes ceaselessly, a relentless torrent. A sense of sorrow pervades the green scenery; wandering for countless miles as a perennial guest, A lifetime marred by persistent illness, today, I stand alone on this lofty stage. A life of hardship, often lamenting unfulfilled ambitions and aging body, In weariness and desolation, a heart full of regrets, the wine cup temporarily set aside to alleviate the sorrow.India ,boats,Forest
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