A Cold Winter Morn
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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Wrapped in mist and fog
Still under the shroud of
Trying to shrug off the blankets
And the world seeming to arise and awake
From the farmland bed of slumber
Made from straw
And the sun trying to break the shroud
Of chill, fog and mist
With its rays falling.
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