Biju Abraham Atlanta .
Trees grow bear fruits to feed the hungry……
Nightingale make melodious notes to welcome the dawn.
Where the sun stretches his hands to wipe away ;the morning tears of green meadows and pastures ……
Cool breeze soothes the weary ; whistles and whispers the notes of hope to carry……
Peacock dance with the full blown beauty as if trying to impress the ‘Master’……
But where is the man; “crown of all creations” still trying to find out the purpose of life…….
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