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The night escapes; comes the dawn. The baby stirs, stretches out a yawn; Opens her eyes and greets the morn. The Sun itself arrives like a new born.
Fresh in its rising, majestic in colour Of crimson delight & hues splendour, That spread forth from eastern skies To cast its magical spell on the eyes.
Inside, the cute baby gurgles away; Her mother wakes up to a new day, In humility says her grateful prayer, T’en wit’ a kiss greets her baby dear.
Humming glad she opens t’e windows; Two tiny eyes follow her like shadows, As fresh air & sunshine rush in to make Their love whole, which none dare take.
A AnatoSwu Satakha Town Zunheboto