Dawn At Howrah Bridge

Few minutes were left, for the Sun to rise; And the passing night was ready for its demise. I stood on the Bridge, and looking at the sky, - Having woken, the birds were all set to fly. Ah!what a pleasant feeling I had at that moment, It seemed that the nature had worn a new garment. The gentle breeze flowing over the calm river; Perhaps I hadn't felt it ever. Little faces of the ragged children with torn clothes, And which really hurt, the pallor of helpless mother; No one can realize her agony better, Than the river, in which their misery floats. Then, the time of sunrise came, And wished to capture the view in a frame; Ah!,then I was also enjoying the pleasure of breeze, When the first ray of the Sun touched the Howrah Bridge.