The Blessed Morning Poem by Kaki Venugopala Rao

The Blessed Morning

I sat alone in our garden
In the morning,
Nobody is with me,
No book is in my hands,
I'm just wrapped
Up in all aloneness,
But I am alone with
My 'Self 'In contact,
My eyes are wide open,
My ears remain attentive;
I behold blossoms
Of various hues blooming,
Flocks of butterflies
Flitting around flowers,
Over my head, the orange
Sun in the blue canopy
Sailing through silver clouds,
Showering his warm rays
All over, caressing my body
And illumining my mind,
I hear the rustling lyrics
of leaves of trees
And whispers of morning
Breezes gently blowing
And caeseless chirping
Melodies of birds from
Trees around me;
'Is the whole Nature coming
To me quietly and speaking
To me in its mysterious
Language of silence
With its marvellous,
Supreme Beauty playing
Its spell all over me,
Offering me its splendid
Company in my state
Of aloneness'? I wonder;
'It's indeed the heaven
Of the blessed morning
With bliss, beauty, peace
And melody pervading
The garden' I realized.