The Mist Of Morning Torn By Peaks Poem by Mohammad Younus

The mist of morning, Torn by peaks,
where old towers shimmer,
kissed by sunlight,
and rays, joyous and divine,
reach out, longing for a lover's gaze.

A lark greets the dawn,
its song fading into the quiet sky,
while man, stirred at twilight's edge,
watches shadows dissolve
under the soft care of morning.

With each tender brush of light,
a new day unfolds,
emerging from the night's embrace—
its silence heavy, yet fleeting.

The lonely lover, bound to earth,
witnesses the rising of the sun,
its brilliance casting a fire that stirs
the soul to rise—
to seek the glittering streams
of an unseen eternity,
where sunlight scatters
the remnants of ancient dreams.

MyKoul