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Stretching, rubbing my
eyes,
with a wide yawn, I fill my lungs
with freshness of meadows.
Chitter Chatter of the birds
slowly filling the air
coupled with moo moo's so dear.
A perfect natural note
suddenly breaks to
the gradual pumping of water
blending perfectly with slow
rhythmic sound of the drums,
increasing its pace to the
sweet dancing maidens
accentuating ambience, while
precariously balancing their load.
A momentary pause and then
breaking monotony with their trinkets
kicking dust, completing the beat
in loud Crescendo.
Flowing colorful dupata
blending with the light
complimenting vast expanse
of yellow, flowing, rhythmic fields
fill this cool breezy morning.
The new season has arrived.
Raj
Khanna
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