At the break of the dawn
When silence rules over the lands
I hear the sound of her tender feet
Walking down slowly over the sands
To the river she goes
To take her bath and sing a song
To play in water with her friends
As she is shy she does not stay long
She does not wait
For the sun to come up and shine
For the men with big hearts to come
To wash and watch her beauty divine
She is a shy lass of
Of the land with beauty and charm
To get her love and live in the heaven
Like bees young men around her swarm
She does not look
At anyone and never speak her mind
But the village folks believe that to
Someone someday she would be kind
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Silence rules over the lands when dawn comes. Tender sound of tender feet of village girl is heard from far. She sings and goes to river for taking bath. She does not look at any one. She believes in herself and she talks in mind. An amazing poem is beautifully and brilliantly penned...10
Tried to give it a rural color. Thanks Sir for support.