Thursday 27 August 2020

Fragrant Fires of Morn : A Poem

Toiling does not seem 
a hardship or chore 
when heart & head 
surrender to nature's lore
cows moo, koels sing
tunes of bliss galore

windswept leaves whisper
amidst green sycamore
feathered touch of water
fills joy in every pore
fragrant fires of morn
vitalize each craving core.



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