Good Morning Poem by Nikunj Sharma

A dew soaked morning walks
the misty road to reach to me.
Heart's doorbell rings in silence
to celebrate a new dawn.

My mind captures an echo
as I touch her eyelids, she turns
to the other side, her body revolts
against all known routines.

In few minutes the calm shall be
as strange as dewdrops to the Sahara;
the morning shall be consumed
in the giggles that fill my heart.

Outside the morning bird tweets
to celebrate the new twig that spring
has sent her way, The rising sun squats
on its beak in a ceremonial splendor.

An unsung song finds its way to
my lips as her cheeks embrace the
pink. A lazy glint lurks at her eye's
edge, “Good Morning” she says.