The Morning Poem by arun tomar

every morning when i wake up,
from the dreamy night's seductive cup
i see the bridal sky with the bright glow
feels like all my memories till today blow
i feel falling with dew drop
flying high up somewhere at he heaven's top
the silky breeze hugs me like a mothers lap
me too, not shy, wears her blowing cap
the beam falls over my hearty ground
like the pebble swings over the deep pound
freezing warmth cherish my dreaming soul
like a young one makes his first roll
shout the running birds, the night is over
make your way, let the victory hover
open those eyes to see what god has made
the heaven on earth is your lovely fate