Morning has broken over the horizon, bringing with it a
beautiful sun, shining down upon India, trees growing
alongside the train tracks.
Beautiful houses looking new and fresh, people waking up,
rushing to work, school and other duties, life bustles
and everything is awakened.
It's all bringing this morning's promises into focus, a
lively and fabulous environment to be thriving in, as
everyone in India begins their lives anew this morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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