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A Morning


Sunday dawns


It being a  gay morning

with the birds joyfully  chirping

the wind  noiselessly whispering

the sun lazily rising

the donkeys  constantly braying

the horses frequently  galloping

the dogs randomly   barking

the street  vendors incessantly  shouting

the children  soundly sleeping

the  women busily  cooking

the men tenderly  gardening

the day extensively  stretching

with activities  sleepingdramatically lessening

as it being a Sunday in the opening.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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