Ode To Morning Poem by ashok jadhav

O Morning, gentle keeper of first light,
You lift the veil from dreams the night has spun;
Soft colors spill where darkness took its flight,
And quiet breathes before the rush begun.
You bring the world back fresh into the hand,
With dew as promise on each waiting leaf;
Old worries pause, not bold enough to stand,
As hope returns, though still unsure and brief.
In your clear hours, hearts rehearse belief,
And courage wakes before the mind grows wise;
The day is new, unburdened yet by grief,
A blank page bright beneath the widening skies.
O Morning, stay a moment in our sight—
Remind us how beginnings hold their light.