Glistening umbrella of gold
lifting from east to cover the globe,
dropping golden sun rays
paint gorgeously a new day.
Meadows, mountains, oceans
all are painted golden.
Begin chirping the birds,
tranquillity of night now broken,
yesterdays hangover gone.
(c) S. D. Tiwari
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By- gone is by-gone.Enjoy the sweet sin-rise.Nice.