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MAMA'S MORNING : SCHOOL RHYME 9

Mama wakes up to mom's callings,
Each morning, and some yummy hissings;
"Your breakfast!", mom shouts from kitchen,
But she walks out straight to the garden. 

Flies of butterflies with tiny wings,
Their flaps and glides through floral blings...
The shiny blooms in morning sun,
If swimming all around the garden.

Cheeps and chirps of playful nestlings, 
And chimes and chants of divine blessings...
The hums and croons of vocal morn,
If it's singing with Nature's tone.

Scurries of squirrels and frogs' hoppings
And shaking of pines with gentle whistlings...
The earth, the sky, the rising sun,
If up to a new life all have woken.

Plants and shrubs with pulpy bearings -
Their fruits and berries as rich offerings;
Fragrance filled in, this morning garden,
For Mama, turns a lovely heaven. 

Who can describe this little girl's feelings
When trees do bend down to her greetings?
Happy, refreshed, she does return 
With some fruits for papa and mom.

- N P SAMAL 


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