The Dawn, I Never Knew.. Comments

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.