Suratha Kumar Rout Poems

I saw

In a slot of window
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Far off the distant hill-
Flows zigzag down and down,
Slows en route, its journey below,
Humps obstruct her, feeble flow.
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After the rainfall
From the sky, clouds are gone.
And the Earth shining
In the golden rays of the Sun.
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There comes a time

When flowers
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Its beauty amazing-

Lures the bees,
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The Lily and her Moon-


One the princess of beauty
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As the moon rises

The lily with pale,
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When a kid

Jumps off her belly
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How strange is this world

With so many strange people
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Kings would never know

They have a state
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