Very Good Morning
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Waking up to the shrill sound of bells
Opening the windows to see bird's wiry trails
Inhaling essence of ripe corn drifting aloft
Caressing dew hanging from grass round and soft
Closing eyes to feel the wind on the face
Loosening of bun upon nape into long and shiny tress
Creaking of doors to welcome the early ray
Humming to herself a lass sweeps floor to start her day
Getting down the stairs to be a part of the fair
I kiss the bud that swings on the stalk without a care
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