Sunday Morning Bliss Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Sunday Morning Bliss
Somehow the road is silent
No honking of cars
No ignition in car engines
So quiet is the morning
As if sunk into a consistent reverie
A cat rests on the wall
Plunged deep into a dream
Though the sun-rays play
Upon her marmalade fur
There's no urgency in the air
No clatter of breakfast
No burning of toast
Just a slow waking of eyes
A gradual realization
Of absence of alarm bell
I can sleep a little more
For my dream is not yet over.
A wonderful poem embellished with compelling images and beautiful poetic expressions.. A quiet Sunday morning is so vividly and magnificently depicted. Top Marks!
Just a slow waking of the eyes! . Marvellous poem, dear Nosheen. Please go back to sleep...... : ) 10.
Awesome sketch of Sunday morning bliss.You can sleep effortlessly to continue your nice dream
5 Stars Full Score and myriad more for this serene view in and around the house, of course you can continue dreaming on.Even the cat plunged deep into a dream. Marvelously worded
Enjoying the Sunday Morning Bliss in all its serene atmosphere. Even the cat rests on the wall and the sun rays play upon her marmalade fur. Altogether, the reader can feel the peaceful and serene atmosphere as described profoundly in this scintillating serene poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful poem x Thank you for sharing.