The Morning and Evening
A morning came to an evening
With jasmine in its smile
With robins in the tree
The evening rose rejoiced
Petals were wet in joy
It hugged the singing leaves
Music unplugged it weaved
Taking a blue ball point pen
Scarlet poetry it wrote
The morning recited the poem
Birds were chirping in trees outside
They stopped and looked with big eyes
How a little morning
Blended with the old evening in delight
Lighting hundred candles in the room
The evening knows it will linger
In the images the morning will raise
In his cerebral canvas
In course of his dealing with
Shadows and sunshine
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