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Prasad Natarajan - Pratiksalya

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Dew soaked naked blades of still grass, <br />Collect reluctant rays of the morning sun, <br />While sounds of Coucal break the glass, <br />Tailor birds rest, in nests, they spun, <br /> <br />Last of the soft cotton burst from its breast, <br />Fickle leaves dance their way through streets, <br />While adamant mist on window is a guest, <br />Great egrets flew away leaving behind cold receipts, <br /> <br />Wild goose cuddled their bitter nights now, <br />Shy moon beams lit those pratiksalya walls, <br />While harvested fields no longer kiss the plough, <br />King of frost has arrived! I hear his winter calls.<br /><br />Prasad Natarajan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pratiksalya/

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