Me you call Nature’s wonder
When a cascade or a spring slender
Me as a mighty ocean you can see
As morning dew, I can always be.
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I opened my eyes to find myself
In a long corridor – the world.
At the end of it, I saw
Something shining bright
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Isn’t it proud?
To be out on the border
Facing guns
Smiling at Death
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A rose in the morning clear,
Greeting you with a smile so dear.
Blooming just to please you,
But the thorn, mind you.
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The autumn wind blew noisily
Over the big, strong tree
The dancing leaf let go its hold
It wanted to see the sea
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There’s a special night – once in a year
To remind when from Heaven came God’s son here.
There are cakes to eat, prayers to say
To the little Babe on his bed of hay.
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Caps on stalks stout or lean
Red, white and brown, but never green
On the wall, wood or soil damp
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Where else can you find?
A lake as beautiful as the Dal
Or the world’s wonder – The Taj Mahal
Gir forests filled with lion’s roars
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Deep down on the ocean floor
Miles away from the shore
On a bed in a little shell
Lies a marvel.
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