My City Poem by Mrs Sarojini pattayat
My City
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.
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4/25/2024 1:26:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
poem depicts the bond between us and our native place...great work