Morning Song Poem by sekharan pookkat

Humidity covered like silver lace
Birds started to sing songs but stopped
Darkness not wipe-off dawn
Leaves swing in the lazy breeze.

Sun begat to come from his drowsy sleep
Morning star has hosted in the pale sky
Birds started again to sing their songs
Continuously to keep me awake from bed.

Let me see the outside view
But songs unheard and eyes faded
Hissing sounds echoed into my ears
Only the cries of mom'sI heard
Morning