The Morning and Evening

A morning came to an evening With jasmine in its smile With robins in the tree The evening rose rejoiced Petals were wet in joy It hugged the singing leaves Music unplugged it weaved Taking a blue ball point pen Scarlet poetry it wrote The morning recited the poem Birds were chirping in trees outside They stopped and looked with big eyes How a little morning Blended with the old evening in delight Lighting hundred candles in the room The evening knows it will linger In the images the morning will raise In his cerebral canvas In course of his dealing with Shadows and sunshine