The White Egg Like Creation
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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The whole brahma,
The cosmos
Is like a white egg
Under hatchery
To be broken to life
At the beak of sound
At cockcrow
When the light falls upon
And the horizons glow it
And the sun comes flashing
At that time birds start twittering,
Playing, hopping and dancing.
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