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Apr 2019
After a quiet couple of showers,
nature looks calmer, refreshed
more beautiful than before
With every creature
waiting for someone,
surely their regular guest
the warmish Sun!
which eventually born
from beneath the mountains,
illuminating the dark sky,
ready for its routine run.

The very silence of the dawn
slowly breaks,
by the whistling noise of
insects and snakes.
The pure water,
still stagnate on the earth crust,
the grasses seem to rejoice
at quenching their thirst.

Slowly, the very first rays fall on the greens
and thatched roof shelter,
the aroma of wet ground
fills the air
scenting every corner.

The bell is heard ringing,
symbolizing the aged
at the temple door,
the heavy bell,
which remained wet, all night
enables it to sound more.

Listen to the cheerful chirping
of the ever joyful birds,
leaving their nests,
flattering their purified wings,
flying troughs and crests.

And as the sand slips down,
men are seen,
heading towards the fields,
with full of vitality and enthusiasm,
to grow the future,
sowing present seeds.
Written by
Kunu singh
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