Morning - Poem by VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM
How beautiful the sun sets at morn,
As if it was newly born.
It could be god of sunlight,
When moon is the lord of night.
Early morn, something red coloured
And round in shape,
Adhere to sky.
The birds with sweet notice,
The trees spreads small breeze's.
Other side, beautiful flowers
Butterflies sucking honey.
Farmers ready to work on the fields.
Getting up early in the morn,
Having a bath, before the sunset,
Makes fresh and active.
Talking less in the morn makes more
fresh and active.
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