Little Early Little Late - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
We are waking up and down
Everyday from early morning
We start thinking about him
His wonderful creation we see.
Early morning sings his glory
Story is said by powerful sun
With little late who rises up
Does not get chance to get ray.
Who wakes up early hears song
He watches beauty of nature
Who rises up late too sees day
Both feel different perceptions.
This is amazing with little early,
Little late takes to difference
We only observe morning and day
Both are nicely written in sky.
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