Divine Touch
A Anjandev Roy
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The little girl was looking at the beautiful flowers,
The flowers were swinging in the gentle breeze
And the girl was smiling sweetly with ease,
What a delightful moment it was!
I gazed and wondered,
The pleasant morning with splendid sunshine looked glorious,
The child and the flowers seemed alike
And both were shining with glee,
Being enamoured I went to their holy domain
And patted the girl's soft and innocent chin,
It was a divine touch,
Soon I forgot my blemish
And incredibly discovered myself entangled with their own sacred class.
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