In the cool breeze of the morn
The branches begin to swing
The flowers open up to stare at
The cerulean sky and birds start to sing
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It feels good
Like walking in the valley
As spring alights with its fragrance
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Already crossed halfway mark
Waiting for a home to live
To relax when feel tired
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Drop by drop dew
Falls on the grass
It hangs at tips to
Wash feet of a lass
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I hold in my palm
And peep inside the sphere
From the sparkling surface
To deep into its middle
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Walking down the path across the fields
Whistling a song of olden days
I spotted her winnowing the chaffs
Sitting in the sheds of stacks of hays.
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Wake up to the sound of the sea.
Thousands of tides crashing against
The high rocks and return back to
Their bases. Rocks stand solid like
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Trust me now
I am a changed person
I don't believe in violence
Not going to raise my hands
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Slowly the sun goes down
And gets lost behind the horizon
You come to meet me alone
Under the shadow in the garden
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And when he was a child
He would go up the guava tree
He would stand on a branch
And move up and down and
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