The sun has taken his seven colored throne.
Morning is mildly laughing as baby new born.
Birds are busy picking grains and twittering.
With the closed doors the houses are sleeping.
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Beautiful poem Neela with fantastic lines..... Innocence hugs the sleeping face without any strain. It seems the face has not ever faced any mortal pain. I feel that you have compared innocent new born baby to nature. Loved the way you presented it.
a PAIN FREE voyager! why not? Keep the ink wet and the paper dry Sis. Neela!