Dawn Poem by Hrushk Pande

never shut are my eyes,
when starts dwell the sun in skies.

never is my will frail,
for i breathe the freshness in air.

i leave my fatigue early dawn,
at the winds whirl unheeded.

i behead doubts of tomorrow,
in abattoir of grief.

i instruct 'move on',
and let flow the memories back in stream.

i stand firmly in gazing feel of wind,
and shed few twin tears for infinity insights.

now let there be problems infinight,
i would play with them with that art of dawn light.