Treasure Island

Supriya Prathapan

(New Delhi)

Early In The Morning


Early in the morning, the earth seems to be lost in a reverie deep,
And most menacing mortals are asleep.
The birds start chirping, the dogs start barking,
And a benign breeze keeps blowing.

Early in the morning, ferns and flowers are draped in due drops,
And silence surrounds homes and haunts, shambles and shops.
The air is free from smoke and smog,
And everything is enveloped in a freshening layer of fog.

Early in the morning, machines and man-made structures,
And also, their callous creators, seem to be one with nature.
There is no noise of either mirth or mutiny,
And the world seems to be in perfect harmony.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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