(Fond memories of the beauty of early mornings back home in India)
A MORNING’S SWEET BLISS…
The first streak of sunlight shyly arrives
on the stage donned in golden attire,
and with dainty steps resembling a conservative bride
walks into obliging realms of the night,
as the birds chirp gaily in their gifted tongues
showering praises on the morning light.
As the souvenirs given by unseen well wishers
pearly dew drops glitter on green leaves,
and the newly bloomed buds blush at the thought of
being kissed first time by the breeze,
while the tender shoots sprouted from fertile soil
look forward to receive day’s blessings.
A rooster often arrives as the very first guest
to loudly chastise a sleepy world,
while a kohl eyed cuckoo lends a patient ear
to the deafening concert of some crows,
as a stray cat wanders in totally uninvited
alarming this assembly of feathery friends.
A cloud of mist encircles as a diaphanous aura,
as if it is bygone night’s trailing silk veil,
while the clear blue skies with cushions of white clouds
mirror the day’s endless possibilities,
as countless syllables and rhymes align by themselves
drafting nature’s sweet poetry.
The cool and soothing early mornings winds
dry up yesterday’s agonies and tears,
and urges us to discard the baggage of regrets
to view everything in a fresh perspective,
as the sun smiles broadly from his throne in the horizons
after graciously heralding new beginnings.
© Anjana Vipin E