From my Window

A droplet morning
dew slide to graze
and touch tender tips
of mountain peaks,
hided under chest
by leafy branches
of oak trees in woods,
soft shy smile
of shiny sunrays,
peeped from
cotton clouds
of blue roofs,
tickling little
waves of teenage
river, glitter to
soothe mountain
valleys with caress.

Copyright : Dev Dutt

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