M-orn eighth February breaks,
A-fter the twilight is gone;
R-ising sun starts to shine
I-n the break of dawn.
L-et early Wednesday warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-o more mist and haze, as the shadows depart.
M-oment of bonding happens
O-nce in every week;
N-ice they are together, sitting cheek to cheek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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