The Nest

 The Nest

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With the rise of dawn,

Flew a love-bird pair,

And sat on a dead tree,

Which stood in open air.

A tiny leaf was peeping out,

life, emerging as the guest,

On the branch of that dead tree,

Love-bird started making nest.

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                              =keshav Dubey=

                                    5-9-25