(04-11-23)
On a Blessed Day
Beautiful sunny day in April
I was on the train to the city
Riders were in their best apparel
Fingers on their phones: they looked pretty.
I called for someone to fix my car
So my days will not be in vain.
He is a man whose door is ajar;
He comes on demand, sunshine or rain.
He shares the traits of his native land
That he learned from the institution
Of a land with seas and pebbly strand
Pearl of the Orient, a new nation.
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