Receding night goes grinning whilst still grey,
Loosening grip on her night-long dark belt,
As frosty snow mellows slowly to melt,
As moon saunters to hide behind bright day,
Eastern skies as look laced with limpid red,
Mist behind grey shadows begins to flee,
And dawn rises restful from flurried sea
Like a fair maid musing from bridal bed,
As Arun's1 bright amorous arrows aim
To ruffle facile feathers of the night,
Declaring reign of Sun's radiant light,
Dawn turns to day, her rightful crown to claim.
And robbed of an early dawn's dewy dream,
Trying to recall and somewhat unsure
Of its gossamer rainbow-like vague theme,
I wake, and wonder if dreams can endure.
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Arun1 in Sanskrit is the name of Sun's charioteer that brings in the reign of dawn.
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Musings | 01.02.12 |
Topic: sun, dawn, dream
A wonderful poem that brings out the beauty in nature. Excellent write with superb imagery..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful description of the gradual arrival of dawn! After a sound sleep, when we wake up, we fail to recollect what we have been dreaming. Sometimes we cannot have even a faint memory! The transition of the night into day is beautifully delineated here.
Another good poet liking this poem enough to comment on it calling it beautiful. Thank you dear poet, your views always weigh with me.