The Dawn, I Never Knew.. Poem by Tanya Roy

The Dawn, I Never Knew..

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Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
So quite and peaceful,
people ain't in any queue.
Birds twittering and chirping,
feeding their nestling.
Lone roads,
Away from crowds,
Oh! what a fatalism,
No criticize and sarcasm.
The fantasy of nature,
can be seen.
The world's sculpture,
so clean.

Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
Away from all hubbub,
and not even one shrew.
Sky, so clear and vivid.
Shine of sun, about to hide
the moon on its sky-ride.
The diverging beam of sun,
started coveting,
the hummock and mountains on either side.

Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
Hypnotism; not yet flew.
Ethereal disembodied
in temples, mosques and churches can be heard.
The chronic gray sky has discoloured.
Sun, playing hide and seek with cloud,
made the day much brighter and loud.

Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
Marguerite and marigold,
are about to grew.
The fields blooming,
mare and cows,
neighing and mooing,
moths and butterflies fluttering.
Moonlit has faded up,
Sun; beyond the horizon, came up.

Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
Painting, sky in cyan, saffron and blue,
sun, sticked to sky, as with glue.
Moorhens, doves, and sparrows,
about to flew.
Nature and skylark singing nocturne,
while moving and flying,
never takes an about turn.
Fishermen, on a shore, mooring,
eager to catch fish;
Rosemary and raspberry ain't now waspish.

Dawn is so beautiful,
Oh! I never knew.
Leaves of shrubs,
covered with dew.
Mother nature in morning,
has a magnificent debut.
With silence, secrets and peace,
She approaches, from heaven to this beautiful avenue;
as if nobody knew.
She never discriminates;
amidst, christian, hindu and jew.
Its not even a full charisma,
but just a preview,
of a beautiful scenario.
Another quintessence, nature did, to make people, sew.
Dawn is so beautiful.
Ain't this for you....?

Sunday, October 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 30 March 2017

Beams of sun, the moon on its sky-ride. ethereal disembodied, temples, mosques Marguerite and marigold, The fields blooming, and the Fishermen, on the shore, the skylark singings, moths and butterflies fluttering with silence, secrets and peace She never discriminates; amidst, christian, hindu and jew and christian. May the blessings of the great and beautiful dawn be up on you dear poetess. You have a great capacity to watch and scribble down what you see in heart touching words and expressions. The power of observation is your great God-given gift at such an early age. Thank you dear poetess for this wonderful poem.

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