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Jun 2015
I saw a lady,
In streets of daisy,
With her bright beauty.
Looking like a lily,
Walking like fairy,
And gorgeous face she carry.

Glamour in her face,
Princess in style.
Had pearl like eye,
With kindness like tie.
Shown her beautified love,
Straight haters become curve.

I asked her name
To make her fame.
"No name" said she,
Maybe she is glee.
She is like tree,
Serves everyone for free.

Devil also try,
To make this flower dry.
But never she cry.
To teach, she try
Never laugh at they
As everyone is infinite sky.
Written by
Thyag Raj  Hazaribagh
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