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At my door step
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At my door step
Trembling worm
Trying to go back
Again to the wet soil
But alas!
It failed.

At my door step,
Fallen dry leaf declares
Spring is approaching.

At my door step
Two brown birds,
Searching food for their new born
Fly away looking deeply into my eyes,
I failed to understand them;
And nature laughed at me satirically,
And whispered,
I am not yet perfect;
I have to face so many processes
To feel that,
I'm a complete human.
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by sarojini pattayat.2/24/2013

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