Posted by: Prem Piyush | April 3, 2008

Morning Lights


Again in morning, the sky will glow,
After the silent wee hours,
East, there will be sunrise in the snow.
Sunrise

In sunrise, the freezing ice will melt,
After the wake-up nights, on cheeks –
The warmth of stream will be felt.

In those streams, her feelings will flow,
And on horizon, where sky meets the earth,
The golden stream will glow.

On the hill’s curves, daily Orchids will bloom,
And say – “Even for few days, we grow to cheers,
One day, shed ornaments, we sleep to gloom.”

And to near the hill’s springs.
As you will walk, in the still dark forest,
May you hear, the birds will sing.

Every morning you will hear, after dark night,
The words of the hill’s birds-
“The vast darkness always gives way to light.”

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Responses

  1. In those streams, her feelings will flow,
    And on horizon, where sky meets the earth,
    The golden stream will glow.

    Beautiful poem. Your wrote everything will happen but if tomorrow comes…. 😉


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