Morning Song Poem by Vivek Tiwari

A Virgin from the far East
Clad in golden bright
Riding the wings of freshly Breeze
Awakens the dawn of light.

Frenzied fun sprinkles around
The hills and rivers and lawns
As beauteous Virgin walks stately
Fluttering her lustrous gown.

Chorus sings its sweetest rhyme
Wind rhythms its song
And radiant glory gladly awakens
The darkened souls to dawn.

Awake! Awake thou sleepers
Shake off Slumber's yawn
Join the welcome of beauteous Virgin
Join the mirth of morn!