Foggy Morn Vavroovahana Patra Fog evaporates in morn; Beauteous looks the dawn. Flowers smile naturally; Golden Beam kisses flowers gaily. The garden is beautiful; Poet’s mind is delightful. Roses wave with wintery breeze; Brides mind is crazy. Chilly breeze blows through the flowers; Roses beautify the lap of Nature. Poet waits a while beside the garden; Beholds the heavenly beauty of creation. Mind is freed of duty; Enchants with peace, gaiety. Beauty of the valley allures the poet; Mind meditates on God with delight. Sun shine kisses the air; The air becomes warmer. Creatures delight with pleasure; Poet derives peace in the lap of nature.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 14:39:45 +0000
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