The spring
Gajanan Mishra
Here it is
The spring.
Dark-fortnight,
The sun is going
Towards the north.
Let there be truth
Everywhere in words
In deeds.
Let there be flowers
Everywhere with scents
In air.
Let us respect eachone,
For each one is the product of
Nectar and fire.
Let us move forward,
No one is wayward.
And time is there to give
Each one separate rewards.
Tapoban, Titilagarh, Balangir
19.02.2022
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