Retreat short poem

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A long way of journey
Takes me back to the yonder village
Where the hills are blue
And the fields are green
And the brooks are full

The morning wakes me up
Every day with hope
I open my eyes to see
The infinite sky above
Over the rolling mountains

The soft rays of the baby sun
Touch me with their pink fingers
Which do art work high above
with an amber stroke in the horizon
Till dew drops get vanished

As a naughty boy who peeps
Over the garden wall with ease
The sun stretches his golden rays
To peep me through the window bars
But full of love and care

A lazy breeze that blows
Who not knows where to go
Hums his songs of love
Hugs me with his scores of hands
Of love, as if I ‘m his own

The garden roses wish me morn
With their fragrance heavenly
Fresh and fair with dew drop sheen
The nature lady’s smile exotic
On their faces I could see

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Mini Mohanan

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I'm Mini Mohanan (Mini Thankachy S),hailing from Kanchiyar, a remote village in the hilly terrain of Idukki district of Kerala and have been staying in Kalyan for the last 23 years. I'm brought up by the lush green nature which always inspired me to be a part of it.I try to express my feelings through colours and words which may not shape in perfection.
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