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Jan 2014
Your Mor longs for you,
Waiting with patience,
Cooing sweetly in day,
Dreaming in the night.

Rainbows fail inciting,
My colors start fading,
When she stays away,
Dancing is agonizing..

But when she comes,
Happiness increases,
Start cooing happily,
Me & her - together...
Mor is the Peacock, and morni is the Peahen variant of the regular Peafowl in Hindi.

My HP Poem #519
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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