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A morning gift I received today
big, shiny, golden
sent from the sky,
from the heaven of my Nirakar
straight to the doors of my eyes
Cluster Fig (Audumbar) in my yard. The leaves who inspired me this poem.
I opened my doors
and the gift started playing
a live show,
a live gift,
set up high in the sky
Bright hope flows
through the golden rays of the rising
