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Like a dawn I wake,

Like a flower I attire,

Like a bird I chirp and fly

and sing through the day.

Like a mare I stare,

Like a brain I drain,

Like a hare I snore,

through the midday.

Like a rose I wither,

Like a leaf I drop,

Like in Rome I am home,

at the end of each day.

Like a night I sleep,

Like a dream I may seem,

Like a river I gurgle and flow,

Thus I live everyday.

 

~Sumathi Mohan~

11 March 2009