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The Heavenly Tracks of Dawn
Hridyanshu Singhal 2017A1PS0810P
The algid freshness of the Dawn
Like the shiny eyes of a newborn fawn,
Wakes me up as I tear through
Down the forests flushed with a golden hue
The brand new rays guide me forth
The thickness grows more and more
Birds they chirp, chirrup and chirr
Colorful shiny flowers stir
The misty air with their sweet smell
Death is but a mere excuse
The heavens don’t belong to those who snooze
Thump, thump, thump
I run and run
Ain’t stopping yet
Coz’ I have just begun
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