It is in the morning
I wake up early to take a walk
When a flower is
Blooming near the gate upon a tender stalk
Its petals are curling
Out splashed with many a colors
Swinging in cool wind
Glowing fresh in dew's overnight showers
Its fragrance draws
From afar many a birds and bees
Dancing around it
To curled petals they gently kiss and tease
I stand for a while
And enjoy its swing and raw beauty
A creation of God it is
Spreading love and silently doing its duty
@ Anil Kumar Panda 16/12/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy new year.....