Morning song

Chipping of birds on the banyan tree,
Makes the environment light & free.

Always a poet listen these sounds,
Feel the voice of Merle with loving bounds.

As he looks the birds by the near,
Just feel presence of his fiance with sheer.

He just smile & pick up the pen,
Draw the scatch of her what he can.
©® KK
25_04_2017__6:00AM

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