A Cool Dawn
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In their short laps
Birds hop from flower
To flower
Bathing in the fresh
Ray of the sun in the
Morning hour
With their soft hums
Bees flit from flower
To flower
Colored dusts stick
To wings as they go on
Sucking nectar
Fragrances fill the air
As slowly buds open up
Into flowers
They swing like dancers
Of the east crowding the
Thick bowers
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