From the realm of darkness,
the captivated sun
makes him free.
The crimson horizon
enthrones Him.
The first ray falls on tree.
What is past,
goes with the dust,
despair, drowns in hope.
Good morning everyone,
wishes the mountain head.
Nature displays her beauty-trove.
The light has love
for the day.
So she longs to brace.
Day and light
entwined two are in
each object, we trace.
They play hide and seek,
through the leaves,
along the trees..
Good morning, they
convey the world,
and spread thru the breeze.
Wishing good morning through the sun rays is beautiful and poetic. It's soft as morning breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is past, goes with the dust, despair, drowns in hope loved these lines as well as the poem