എസ് .ഡി. പി. എച്ച്. എസ്. ധർമ്മത്തടുക്ക/others/ ರಜೆಯ ದಿನದಿ
ರಜೆಯ ದಿನದಿ
In morning's tender light, the day unfurls A canvas bright with promise , softly swirled The sun ascends with golden, hopeful rays, To paint the world anew in vibrant hues. A walk through streets where echoes softly tread, Where dreams and whispers in the air are wed. Each step a story, each glance a fleeting scence, In this half-day tale , where life feels keen . Noon arrives with bustling , lively cheer , In crowded markets , voices draw near . Time dances on in fleeting , hurried grace , As shadows stretch and moments quicken pace. Afternoon's embrace , a quiet spell , Where solitude and solace gently dwell . Reflections linger in the fading light , And memories weave through the waning bright. As dusk descends and colours gently fade , The day's half-story in our heart is laid. In fleeting hours , a world both vast and small , A half- day's journey , lived and felt by all
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