Stirring Of Desires.

Desires are stirring,

The day is beginning,

Night has just got over,

Like birds flying in the dawn.

Desires are stirring,

Like fried bread with potato fry.

The night with its beauty,

Is starring at all.

Desires are stirring,

Like storks in the sky.


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