In the morning
I am on the toe
Of my duty.
The flavour
Of tea
Untouched sleepy night.
I am in the running city,
Do you like a shady tree!
Raining forest
Invites me,
Music of Murty
Induces me always.
Mountain- the sanctity
Of heart.,
Move apart from the city;
Do you like it much,
In this earth.
I am running
All The day.
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