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By Akash Submitted by Akash Date: 2002 Apr 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.10.15.10.18915]] |
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I sang my morning song with the birds when I woke up, And drove to work this very early morning, I saw the sky partially lit up, like the look of a painter's palette, Coloring the innocence of a new born waking up, Like someone spoke into my ears the chanting of a hundred holy men, Seeking solace in the multi hue of nature, The bird in me chirped in restless disbelief that God gave me wings of thoughts, To fly and seek my destiny and sing the morning song of nature. |