A humming bird that guides my eyes
Before the bright of mid-day sun
To give a fresh touch the paper white
Through the fresco seeking for dapped light.
A bunch of blooms on her limbs
She welcomes me with sweet scent of bitter sweet.
‘Neem' that local calls
Herb of heaven that ever falls.
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