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Poem: The Morning

I just woke up from my deep sleep
I heard the echoing sound of Azaan
I woke my friends from their sleep
Went to the masjid where people were praying.

Sky dropping dews on grass deliberately
Then all grass took ablution
They started to perform God’s rights quickly
And they were asking God their problem’s solution.

After the sun rose early in the morning
Shortly, started coming, the high sounds of bird
Sun spread light and started shining
Then appeared on trees, all the buds.

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