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Jun 2018
- BY tictac
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A Morning in the Forest
A star broke from its moorings in the sky, a cannon ball was fired, Red hot streaking the sky it flew,
River Ganga burst forth from her mountain fastness,
Lord Ram’s arrow flew from his bow string,
As the antlered stag jumped across the river in fright,
Standing there was the lion roaring loudly,
Shaking mountains, even the sun was startled turning red like burning coal; Birds would not flutter or sing, trees vibrated, the earth trembled!
The universe has burst open! Deluge! As if Lord Shiva had blown his conch!