in my garden of thoughts..

yet another dawn breaks
one more flower blooms,

the billowing dew,
so austere its beauty

a bird on some far off branch
taught by the nature, sings at his best

its the dawn of my thought
a poem just like the flower

the words accruing in
pouring the poem, its flesh and blood..

and yet another reader wakes up
to the dawn of my poem!!

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