Golden Arrows: - Poem by vijay gupta
It was an beautiful early morning
The mild and cool breeze was blowing.
The sun was yet to arise.
It was just behind the snowy top of a hill.
Several arrows of golden rays were flying high in the sky.
Some of them were falling on my golden buttons.
They were looking like golden crown.
The scene was charming and heart touching.
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