Its Morning Poem by Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar
Its Morning
Its morning
Sun rising
Moon hiding
Birds chirping
Flowers blooming
Eyes opening
Many waking
Many sleeping
Dew on the leaves
Evaporating
Bees humming
Church bell ringing
Silence going
Noise increasing
Life keeps moving
Like ever before
Night or morning
Same story again
Friday, April 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: bees,waking
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