My City Poem by sarojini pattayat

My City

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Open the window,
sweet fragrance of morning
will fill the surrounding;
Please, stop and listen,
the joyous sound of
morning bell of temple,
'Adan' of mosque,
'calm prayer' of church,
painted with mystery.
Whole world in gaiety
beyond all destruction,
and selfishness;
somewhere we feel,
Somebody watching,
commending us for simple living
and high thinking
for our survival and peace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yash Shinde 14 March 2014

poem depicts the bond between us and our native place...great work

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Gajanan Mishra 08 December 2012

Our survival and peace. good poem.

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