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April breeze of morning,
Like a child of a kindergarten school
Opens doors,
And runs…
Taking the serenity and the coolness
Of the dawn in his chest pocket,
To see, to explore, to find the unknown;
Boundless, free…
He runs along the roads,
Along the boundaries of the paddy fields,
Crossing towns…villages…
To the horizon, where sky meets the earth;
And the nature...
A mother runs behind,
Tying her saree around her waist,
With tired feet, bathed in sweat,
Even it feels out of reach,
Ardor takes her
To catch the touch of love…
A breather. |
