In Fresh Morning Glory
In fresh morning glory Nature appeared
Smiling like a baby just awoke from sleep
No bustling sound or hurried beep
Of smoke-emitting cars: the air is clear
With gentle smell of blooms; I hear
Soft rustle of winds through leaves and sweep
Of its cool touch as morning rays do peep
Through pastel shades of atmosphere:
No need to know the names of these petalled features
Enough to feel their unpolluted glossy shine;
They shared their joys with mine, these darlings divine!
Unspoiled by vicious destructive creatures
Hidden in a nook these wayside common flowers
Beckon me as I move in early morning hours.
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28th April, 2012 SOMA GUTALA
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