Echoing Morn Poem by Tsewang Dorjee

Morn with every splendid dawning of sun
I woke up from my bed cheerful and fun
When I peeped from window heard echoing.
Thrush and other birds on top bough singing

From dell white clouds floating up,
Suddenly filled the dale with clouds cup.
And revealed like a heaps of white wool
Oh! Light clouds rising up and up.

Delightful morn turned into misty….
Cheerful fun divert into cruelty-
Everything from window looked ugly
Singing birds and thrush turned into creeping

An active mood that passed away!
Heart filled with bore no mood to go away
Delightful morns no more comes
Cheerful fun in my life no more occurs.