November,
I love you, my dear.
I love your presence,
I love your dance
With the chirping
Of the sparrow.
November,
I know, you are there
In me, at Badrinath
With all snow,
And I discovered
The hot-ice-water
That is there with the crow.
November, how do you do?
But I am with you as the truth.
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