Place your hands on your chest,
you will feel your pounding heart.
In a village on a fine evening,
you are sure to hear creaking of carts.
Take a stride around jogger's park,
Chriping of birds will strike your ears.
In the garden of your backyard,
Humming sound you are sure to hear.
In hot afternoon from a mango tree,
song of Bulbul will calm your mind.
A deaf ear will miss this beauty,
but it is the world for ears of a blind.
you will feel your pounding heart.
In a village on a fine evening,
you are sure to hear creaking of carts.
Take a stride around jogger's park,
Chriping of birds will strike your ears.
In the garden of your backyard,
Humming sound you are sure to hear.
In hot afternoon from a mango tree,
song of Bulbul will calm your mind.
A deaf ear will miss this beauty,
but it is the world for ears of a blind.
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