Here the morning sun
Visits hours proceeding
The chant of melodious strain
Pouring down like rain.
People speak a language
Melodious as river
Sweet as pouring rain
Soft as whistling wind.
Women are born to love
To love every soul
Their love is pure, selfless
Which knows only to shower.
They know to cry in love
Shed their priceless tears
As long as their beloveds
Are living in good cheers.
So many loving souls
Have blessed this piece of earth
So many poets and sages
Have walked this blessed earth.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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