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That morning
That morning, world greeted with rains
It seemed the rains would never stop
As if it was close to evening
Not a morning .
But everything changed
When the king appeared among army
To remove their fearness
And his shining personality
Forced the enemies to fall back.
The sun cleared the clouds
Ist to be seen himself
On the sky, then to throw beams;
Soon rain stopped,
Hot-cold morning beams
Scattered on earth through the leaves
And morning became morning.
poem
by
Satyabrata Barik
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