In The Serene Morning, Where Music Plays Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the serene morning, where music plays,
The dark shadows take their flight,
the sun emerges from night's depths,
A celestial show, beyond the blind's sight,
A reminder of eternity.

The world is waking up, from night sleep,
The moon, a glowing crescent,
The morning breeze whispers secrets deep,
As enlightenment reigns, a mystic state.

But in this moment, we are free,
From worldly furore, from delusion's sway,
We rise above earthly desires, and glide,
In the heavens above, listening to,
The celestial songs of morning birds.

So let us cherish this peaceful dawn,
This time for contemplation and sight,
For in the rising sun, we find divine light,
A guiding force, a gentle might.

And when the dawn breaks, we awake,
With hope and dreams, our hearts echoe,
And though the world may tempt us back,
We'll hold this celestial life in our embrace.

MyKoul