The scattered light scarlet color,
on the Eastern horizon,
of the wider sky,
with light multi-shaped,
sky-high clouds.
The first scene of the dawn,
indeed amazing.
I am a middle-aged person,
so I get up for domestic chores,
especially for collection of,
fresh milk for my family.
I feel lucky,
to enjoy the first ray of dawn,
to watch silently,
flock of crows,
gusting towards town,
in bunches.
The stretching of dogs,
to cruise in streets,
for the whole day.
But most of the young generation,
misses all of these,
celestial feelings,
due to long night,
chats of social media,
or playing some,
draconian mobilegames.
I feel so refreshed,
in the dawn,
to watch it,
again and again,
every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem