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I am flying like a bird in the literary firmament,
Picking up the beams from the full moon,
Glows from the twinkling stars,
Warm radiance from the morning sun,
Pearls from the sunlit raindrops of monsoon showers,
Melodies from the singing nightingale,
Soft coolness from the caressing morning breezes,
Radiant hues from the rainbows,
Tenderness from the just unfolded leaves,
Marvellous beauty from the blooming blossoms,
Gathering all these precious things from nature
I craft my poems in a state of solitude. |
