Morning Thought
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Standing on the sands
I watch at the horizon
Slowly sinking into
The sea at the early morn
Waves crash at the shore
Foam gathers at my feet
Fire dances on the water as
Sky glows in streak of a light
Foam disappear in sands
Leaving a touch of cold
Dawn drops thick on earth
Giving sands a touch of gold
To a mass of drifting clouds
I see in awe and wish
That my soul will someday
Rise high to seek His bliss
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