O, On this chilling morning
I am searching the sun,
And the sun is rising late.
The buds of the flowers
Are yet to open their eyes,
Though seven AM it is.
Jasmine, champak, screw pine,
Lotus, china rose and others
Are not yet coming forward
To say good morning.
The water is as cold as ice,
And it is my wife,
Who is taking a bath at five,
And I say this morning is very nice.
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