Morning Poem by VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM

Morning

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How beautiful the sun sets at morn,
As if it was newly born.
It could be god of sunlight,
When moon is the lord of night.
Early morn, something red coloured
And round in shape,
Adhere to sky.
The birds with sweet notice,
The trees spreads small breeze's.
Other side, beautiful flowers
Butterflies sucking honey.
Farmers ready to work on the fields.
Getting up early in the morn,
Having a bath, before the sunset,
Makes fresh and active.
Talking less in the morn makes more
fresh and active.

Sunday, October 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjandev Roy 14 May 2020

Excellent write.......thank u, dear friend. anjandev roy.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 30 October 2015

Verily, morning is the time of freshness and beauty

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 October 2015

So nicely envisioned and beautifully depicted. Lovely poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. - - -10

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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 October 2015

The panorama at the sun rise is actually enchanting along with the diverse associated activities of birds, human, and even flowers and bees. Nice narration and rhyme. Enjoyed the poem.10++

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