Morning is a blessing to mankind
Not imagined but true in fact,
Gentle breeze blows to reach that
With sweet smell of blooming flower,
Sweet tune of chirping bird,
Colorful sights and sounds of nature,
Good thoughts rise in a mind
To make that really wise
Till the day begins with the sun rise
And starting works to be worldly gainer.
Muzahidul Reza
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Wonderful poem with arts and wisdom, thank you for it