Where to
The
Skylarks
Away they
Fly
With moon
On wings
Sailing
So high
Fragrance
Of the
Fresh wet dirt
Magic of rains
Quenching thirst
Of
Parched Earth
Mere hint
Of breeze
Shakes up
The world
Of fronds
On trees
Unspoken
Words
Is brightest blue
Of oceans
True
Or from the sky
It steals it's hues
Who taught
The birds
To knit
Those nests
How dusky skies
Are painted red
How do the
Flowers
Know
When to bloom
Their essence
Leaves
No room
For gloom
Where is it
That
I want
To go?
How far is it
How do I know?
When will I reach
What will it teach
Time does have
Precious
Pearls
To preach
Nalini
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