And come outside
Captivated in darkness, hitherto;
The fresh air has started blowing
Trees have peeled of slumber
And freely yawning
And loads of fragrance have got scattered
In the firmament all around.
Some lights have shown faces
To these sides too
And turf has arrested millions of suns.
The melody of life has been stirred
By flying wings
Wake up now
May be we have
Some butterflies too
Still hovering in garden
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