Morning is waiting for,
an everlasting happiness
and prosperity for humanity.
Morning prays to Lord,
for blissful moments
that would make the earth heavenly.
Morning is showing the symbols,
of hope and new aspirations
that may make life colourful.
Morning is overlapped with,
oppressors, serpents and jackals
soon they could be destroyed with a single ray.
Morning welcomes the sun,
that is busy warming the lives of neighbours
how would it forget the poor neighbour earth?
Morning is filled with joys,
for the sun rays mesmerising the corners
of earth from the distant horizons.
Morning starts singing the songs,
of prosperity and peace for all humanity
and longing for universal brotherhood on the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem