I arose early in the morning, a routine every day,
Washed may hands, brushed my teeth, washed my face,
Cleaned my hair, washed my foot, tried to have a little of the grace,
Proceeded towards light, with a mortal clay.
When I was moving outside I saw her on the top of a building,
Her beautiful blue house, and I noticed her fair complexion,
I smiled at her, but couldn't notice my smile's reaction,
I bowed my head and while coming back, saw her again still standing.
Now her face was clear and distinctly sighted,
An amazing beauty, a pinkish doll, in a white bridal dress,
I wished her hand in my hand, with love I could press,
She looked into eyes, gave her hand, in my hand excited.
I wonder how her hand was so much stretched,
What did she see in my thirsty eyes,
You may take it as a truth or one of my lies,
She was so far, but she was touched.
(A love affair with Miss Early Morning)
Everybody follows somewhat the same routine in the morning but you need to have the eyes of a sensitive poet to fall in love with a charming morning. Thanks for sharing.
So original and imaginative with inspired lines that touch the beauty of nature in it's morning glory! Stunning write!
Full of metaphor. A very enjoyable read. Every line is a beautiful beyond words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem............................................................