Morning Raga
Bringing fruit of sun,
in the dish of the sky.
Making birds sing,
god never shy.
Morning raga is sung by every priest,
all feeling fresh, men or beast.
Bells ringing in church,
the truth which monk search.
Bird’s noise in the sky,
let you feel high.
Kids going to school,
babies feeling cool.
Fog in the ground,
the relationship we found,
everywhere, everybody,
enjoying the morning raga.
With some sweet memories of past,
which never last.
Endless feelings of you,
let me feel new…..
as far as I go,
lots of Love to show.
But I prefer to hide,
On morning raga I ride.
Get back to the stage of life,
let us start the play again.
In which I am the junior artist,
and you are the main.
Copyright © Ravi Sharma | Year Posted 2019
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