Fresh Morning
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Morning wind is so refreshing
It caress my face with a gentle touch
I tease the blooming buds
So cute like new born babies
The birds look at me with
Their tiny eyes, tilting their heads
To a side, suspiciously.
I am stealing nothing from them
I touch the dew drops
Feel their silky roundness
They melt away feeling shy
Back in my den I open
The windows to listen your song
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