Dusk To Dawn (Saved From Darkness) Poem by Kaveri Manoharan

In the bygone years, it was a deserted, barren land;
Untouched by humans, for it was isolated.
No laughs, no cries,
Neither shrills, nor shrieks,
And all to be heard were the hot waning wind’s whistles.
And if one could ever reach,
He shall go astray and then grouch,
For, he was sure to be the chunky desert’s lunch.
The sun choked the throats of who were thirsty,
And they were being blown off by the wind so nasty.

And at a glorious moment, the Father of the Nation,
To whom duties were bound,
Had initially, sown seeds in the arid land,
For he shared between flora and fauna, a burly bond,
And planted pips of hopes in our lives and took utmost care of the sand,
All to show that he loved his land.

And now, when over the horizon the sun slips,
The breeze is filled with the peep of birds and the hum of bees.
While the flowers fall off, as they were of gloom,
The buds of joy prosper and glee blooms.

Well, my country’s greenery,
Is the most gorgeous scenery,
All it belongs to the Father of the Nation,
Known for his care and dedication,
Had gifted a new life to this generation,
For his love, for his country, seemed a passion.
A passion that no other can ignite,
For his man flocked him as a magnet,
And now, all love him as a legend! !