the morning is falling
the yawning is calling,
the sleep is never anymore
a need this time for sure,
my eyes wide open to see
the earliest bird and bee,
the mosquito has finally rested
and its buzz i can't hear, instead
the sounds of the morning niceness
have taken charge so priceless,
the body fails to stand on thy feet
but the mind dwells well and sit,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem