A September Morn Poem by Saroj Padhi

A September Morn

Rating: 5.0

Morning comes here
like a moist dream wrapped in dew
dripping drops of honey from
tips of leaves basking in sun's hue,

my Love sleeps like a tired flower
after the night's suck of nectar,
now away from the buzz of bee
when butterflies roll out of caterpillar,

to dance on rays aglow with sky's love
drenched in gregarious clouds'
nestling demeanor, without any care
for the Covid fever that enshrouds,

let me rise like smokes coiling up
from eaves of the folk sipping red tea
to kiss the happiness writ on eyebrows
of earth, awake to moments of glee.

Saturday, September 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
L MILTON HANKINS 05 September 2020

Beautiful, expressive quatrains expresses " moments of glee" upon awakening. Very, very nice, Saroj.

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Aarzoo Mehek 05 September 2020

September morning can't be as beautiful as this poem. Lovely poem.10++

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Deluke Muwanigwa 05 September 2020

Congratulations September mom. Great poem. Straight from the heart of a doting mom Good morning September mom Its really a great and wonderful morn To wake up and nourish a new born baby Is it a boy or a pretty little lady Dont worry September mom Covid by December gone It is our wish our hope That after that you will cope Cope better with a new born baby And wear your make up again like a lady

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