Polly Handique
I gazed at the clock
N slept under a cloak
The time eked through the night
The brumes smiled for a while.
We promenaded to the hills
The birds stared to our wills
I was detruded by the wind’s melee
They laughed n galumphed at the glee
Hailing the pleasing noontide
We continued our ambulation
Reaching the paradise
We discovered the nature’s manifestation.
I cooed to the nature
To cherish n nurture
The land of hill’s gesture
To become a cynosure.
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