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Lovely Morning
The sun is rising with its beams,
Pale light is spreading everywhere,
Giving us invitation as it seems,
Or a king bestowing gold here and there,
The darkness's left the battle cause morn is getting here.
Mountains are glowing like the fire,
And forest has gained the life again,
Quick moving river-waves happily admire,
And present dew drops that are being slain,
In the respect of the sun like ascending chain.
People are getting up from their lovely sleep,
And rays of the sun force them to see,
The new morning has come with the heap,
Of joy, hope and secret of success to thee,
But the noble men've already got up with glee.
poem
by
Mohammad Muzzammil
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