Dawn At Howrah Bridge
Few minutes were left, for the Sun to rise;
And the passing night was ready for its demise.
I stood on the Bridge, and looking at the sky, -
Having woken, the birds were all set to fly.
Ah!what a pleasant feeling I had at that moment,
It seemed that the nature had worn a new garment.
The gentle breeze flowing over the calm river;
Perhaps I hadn't felt it ever.
Little faces of the ragged children with torn clothes,
And which really hurt, the pallor of helpless mother;
No one can realize her agony better,
Than the river, in which their misery floats.
Then, the time of sunrise came,
And wished to capture the view in a frame;
Ah!,then I was also enjoying the pleasure of breeze,
When the first ray of the Sun touched the Howrah Bridge.
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