Beginnings

Pigeons stir; their throaty gargling sounds,
The church bells; fading resonance,
The azaan, at times soulful,
The shrill fresh notes of the koel,
I need to get up,
My child, her innocence accentuated by sleep,
Fills me with a warm glow.

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