crouching mouse

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The sunrise of a new day,
Sparks off a new ray,
It lightens me up in the morning,
Loses its spark in the evening,
Inspiration does not last
To give me a soaring thought,
A new prism to rise,
Above the mire of a living mouse
Crouching to eat the bowl of rice.

( Inspiration needs to be long-lasting to achieve one’s goal)

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Usha Raman

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Usha Raman