Golden Gift Poem by Auro Bhattacharya

Golden Gift



On my difficult trekking of steep Himalayan mountain
I looked at the scantily dressed poor boy
In this chilling snowy weather..
He gave me 3 golden apples plucked from the Orchard
With a welcoming smile on his face,
not to forget him ever.

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