The start of wakefulness
Bid end to dreams
The peace born of quietness
A dawn is conceived
Sunder clouds shrug in awe
Palpable thoughts of moments unsung
Shreds of light from yonder east
Grains of reflection mixing the dawn
Yesterday bears sweeter tales
Cuddled, we drank the aesthetic sage
Yea! A subtle feel of untold bliss
Milky view nailing a grin
Nudging to life all that was nought
The chirps, the crows....O! The song
The mundane lyrics from awakened souls
Singing to age, the pacing day
Hence sigh stalks in to plunder
The joy borne in our laughter
Swiftly fading with the passing dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem