Reach is up to sky: Just plucks colours from rainbow; Peddles on wayside. Stll a child, tries not to yawn. While some make rangoli at dawn.

Reach is up to sky:
Just plucks colours from rainbow;
Peddles on wayside.
Stll a child, tries not to yawn.
While some make rangoli at dawn.

tanka by Mamta Agarwal
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