The route of my early dawn's walk
Stays same as is the hour of clock,
But I see varied shades of scenes,
Be it the sun, river, or greens.
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The day of fog and height allows us to memories back the day of dawn's walk. The scene has ever stayed with and perception of dawn's beauty speaks everything. A nice imagery is painted. This poem is very beautifully penned.
The man-made crests of fame may fall, The nature-made whilst still stand tall! The concluding lines are the crux of the poem! Beautiful narration of the scintillating loveliness of Nature....! A 10
Thanks for visiting and appreciating the poem. The loveliness of nature as you said remains because the nature always evolves and recreates, whilst the man-made things can only deteriorate with time.