I Watch The Morning
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Sitting in the balcony I watch
The sunrise over mountain peaks
As morning breaks in the east
Golden rays wash plains and creaks
I watch the black dots of birds
Strung in V shape flying past
Dales, meadows, rivers, trees
Fields and huts in crazy like haste
I feel the morning wind makes
The trees and creepers swing
In jubilation and to the waking
Souls peace and solace it does bring
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