In the Dawn
In the dawn, bewildered the grey sky,
whether to opt the light orange
or the scarlet red or plain blue.
But then cogitating of the arising sun
the golden yellow dress, she dons
With no vehicles' noise
and gadgets' sound around
even the breeze chooses
to blow in silence.
Amidst the stillness,
I barely stand on my terrace,
accumulating magical energy
from the rising sun,
consuming immaculate smell
of the half bloomed flower
and immersing myself
in the heavenly tunes of silence.
And when my soul develops seeds
and when I am about to disperse
awakens my senses,
the mystical song of robin.
Mar 26 2021
Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2021
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