Soft chirping of morning birds,

Soft murmur of gliding winds,

Faint smell of burning logs,

Far away from sea side rocks,

Grass turfs clinging on feet,

World felt like forlorn island,

Dwelling places became fairy caves,

Morning star twinkled at sunrise,

Corn danced in sweet mingling lights,

Mighty eagle soared so high in sky,

Without any tremble or fear it raised,

The enchanted beauty of spring began,

Creativity danced at embellishment game,

I saw it all with sleepy drowsy eyes,

At an hour of morn when clock struck 4 times…………..



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