The Dawn Poem by Muhammad Khalid

My eyes in murmur when sigh upon the pride of sun,
the light when hits my leisure of peace through the curtain,
i see the doomed night in a some-time been to the death,
when they wait for the dusk as the potion of breath.
the chirpists of this dawn may called in to all as a bird,
but their sweat of agility when falls as need of a word,
spell bounds of nature when she spread in a mood of busy,
she opens in the dawns the dwells of her precious treasury.
i see this a new chance to rise the all coming bests,
to climb my sins and bad and ascend my throne at the crest,
the birds no mind and thoughts and out of sense of truths,
they expose out their sweats in their old worn youths.
the nature is mother of this prideful world who rest upon her,
she wakes in dawn when the rest in peace all her composure,
i shame in a cry what i can't write in an millennium of epochs,
this a light of this agility in dawn lists in a seconds of shocks.
the firmness in sun rise what i see is very less and i am slow,
and the wind of this scene exerts and do all the blow,
my lord i wish i could match their highness in only a nail of feet,
and warm my peace and to gather all this treasury heat.
i am shameful now they rise to king and i am now a pawn,
this is the bitterest truth what i see every day at dawn.