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Jul 2013
In these mornings,
The radio wakes me up,
I feel that it's you tickling me.

In a time to follow it the next,
The thoughts of last day,
I get carried away.

In the time follow,
I pedal to the milk booth,
I pass morning smiles as I go.

In the rest of my morning time,
I do read the newspaper,
I also solve sudoku.

In the afternoons,
I find the lunch tasty as,
I feel I'm lunching with you.

In the lazy time that follows,
I spend that in sleeping,
I don't much snore.

In evening's times,
I go to gym & workout,
I workout and talk to you.

In the nights after the day,
I wish you sweet dreams,
I sleep with smiling lips.
My HP Poem #351
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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