The Summer Morn
The warm summer morn
Came slowly onto this land
Spreading the delicate perfume
And filling the vale to the brim
Unaware of the miseries down there
She brought gifts for all
Gifts of ripe and juicy fruits
Gifts of sweet smelling flower
The green grass swayed with pleasure
The brook rose up to meet her
The birds started their welcoming songs
To see the last of winter
But down there
Men killed men
And women cheated each other
Totally ignorant of the summer morn
Children were bought up with bad words
The clouds of hatred
The mist of distrust
Enveloped the whole city
The soft summer morn stayed on
Trying hard to spread joy
But the ripened fruits were stolen
And fresh flowers were crushed
The city became dark and desolate
The grass bowed its head
The brook dried
The birds prepared to leave
The soft summer morn sadly turned away
The chilling frost settled happily
The place became quiet and dead
With dreams of a beautiful morn
By Tahera Mannan
Sunrise For HG’s contest
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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