Here is the morning
Jumping like calf
in this winter.
With love song
You are coming to me
O my dear, to
set the house right.
At this evening
Also I witness you
with drunken mango bird.
The tumbler has
left the place since long.
And the waves are silent
With the sleep of the nightingales.
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