K-iss the midnight goodbye,
A-s the evening comes to an end;
T-hursday sixth of April, beacon begins to ascend.
A-fter the night is gone,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
D-usk and twilight fade,
A-n early morn mends your ache.
R-adiant rays from above
A-im to stay so soon;
Y-our mind is thinking
A-bout the sunny
N-oon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always a pleasure to read these morning poems. Thanks: N-ew dawn starts to break; A-n early morn mends your ache.
Thanks, Rajnish... I always treasure your comments....