Early in the morning, I woke up before the sun.
The very first thing, open the window and let the cool breeze run.
With a cup of coffee in hand, each sip savored slow,
Time slipped away, without me even knowing how.
The sun peeked through, signaling the start of the day.
But I wanted just a moment more, to let my coffee stay.
I was about to complain, 'Why are you so early, my dear sun? '
But then I saw the quantum dust, a dance had begun.
Nature choreographed, a mesmerizing display,
Quantum dust and sunbeams, in a sink they did play.
I was struck by the beauty, the energy and grace,
Words spilled from my mouth, in awe of their embrace.
I reached for my phone, to capture this sight,
But the brilliance escaped me, in the sun's blinding light.
No worries though, the memory in my mind engraved,
A scene of pure beauty, in which I was saved.
What a joy to witness, the dance of dust and sun,
In a sink they twirled, their performance begun.
I disrupted their rhythm, but they quickly fell back in line,
A beauty so profound, it's hard to define.
This moment of magic, a gift from the dawn,
A reminder to start the day with energy and brawn.
Though words may fall short, in capturing the scene,
The dance of quantum dust, forever in my dreams.
By Divya K A
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem