My poem at kotagiri: (South India)
Why should I sing a song
When little sparrows chirp?
Why should I gaze at the clouds
When they shower droplets passing by?
Why should I look at the verdant green
When the wind blows through flowing by?
Why should I look at the distant mountain
When the peacock’s echoes keep calling?
Why should I stare at the cool sun
When he lazily rises yawning?
It’s morning, it’s morning
It’s callling , it’s calling.
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