A Winter Morning In Dehradun

Darkness persists, Then in moments appears the vitreous hue On the horizon as vision from nowhere filters through the benighted heavens the lonesome moon shivers in apprehension as her belamy flickers its last and regresses into the past Tranquility resounds everywhere a peace so peaceful and joy so joyous for everyone to share yet who but the few stricken by Love or the ever awake mother dove have from their slumber this trice to spare or perhaps the farmer awoken by some dream that tickled his heart or the wife goaded by some urgent task to be done from her chores apart or the breaved who keep vigil over their dear ones or those forced by hunger or tiresome wear. Apart from these, the wandering fog and the silent trees the cold dead rock and the chilling breeze testify the morning cheer More light pours in and nature shows herself the fog dissolves the clouds are red and gray the mynahs and parrots shatter the silence the rooster announces the day; the lingering mist over the pond kisses the cold water as lovers parting at the break of day after lovely long night hours. The roscid chrysanthemum shies away at such a doughty act and shudders as the wind steals its fragrance and makes it sway; Harrow! the witeless fogs are wiped by the dour rays of the Sun, who infuses life in the world of men.