Humane
is a
mystery or magic
going to happen here
to unveil
the HUMANE
from human
a lovely
flower from bud
to receive the
good morn kiss
the sun's
tender hands
opens the
bud to flower
no mystery
no magic
just a
daily fare
human to HUMANE
too...
a natural daily fare
in that gathering
of HUMANE humans
in its glow and shine
the sun will be put to shame
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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