I am pleased,
not by the voice of rain,
but by the joys of vain.
I am charmed,
not by the girls of Spain,
but by the pearls of Bahrain.
I am astonished,
not by the paintings of Hussain,
but by the writings of Mark Twain,
I am depressed,
not by the size of pain,
but by the noise of brain.
I am worried,
not by the speed of train,
but by the need of grain.
I am alarmed,
not by the turbulence of plane,
but by the clearance of terrain.
I am troubled,
not by the opening of drain
but by the darkening of stain.
I am frightened,
not by the highness of mountain,
but by the dryness of fountain.
but I am still thrilled,
not by the bottle of champagne,
but by the battle of campaign.
-Manish Kumar Tinku

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