964: Morning Poem by Amit Biswas
964: Morning
Sun rises on a calm morning,
The cuckoo starts cooing,
The dew on the grass tops drying,
Does not mess the flowing skirt anymore,
The vast expanse of the green,
Brings on your running body a grin,
I sit on the tea table watching you fly,
Even if you migrate would not anymore cry.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
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4/25/2024 5:38:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Is that your lovely daughter who inspired this work?