In a pleasant wet day a few hours at a hill station,
How could not they become so soft and mild?
Here hard hills are softened by the magic of greenery,
An old couple smiles becoming a part of the scenery.
The rains at a hill station sound like a message,
And listened to like the old romantic duets,
We are never stale and too old to love,
If love is the master what we are just the pets,
Thanks, you played with us and we played with you,
O Master! Nice were the hours we stayed with you!

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