Village

It wakes up

like a child from his sleep

sticks out the tongue of sunrays

Clears the leftover fog from its lips

and sits on the capillary legs

Erasing nightmares from weary eyes

And oh! raag bhiaravi of distant birds

Never seems to worsen

Perhaps just like you

My village is a morning person.

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