Suppose the sun does not rise the school boy may still lumber in his slumber, the house wife may enjoy her liberty to corner her routine job in relaxing herself in spiritual rest. But the busy father may be surprised to surmise the abnormal placid morning. The milk-boy may still grope in dark to reach everybody’s door.
The newspaper-boy may be lost in the dismay of bundles of papers. The home–dog is perfect in his sentry wondering something is wrong somewhere.
The birds may be still in their nests awaiting dawn to reiterate usual life. The shopkeeper may be still in the heaps of money oscillating between the loss and profit. The vast world may not be activated sans the caressing hands of the sun Indeed a stimulus to all.
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
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