The Song Of A Merry Day Poem by Shouvik Narayan Hore

The sun shines high above the vales,
The spring flower seemeth to tell tales,
If winter comes, I'll in your arms rest,
When morning awakens, thy beauty shines best.

Mystery Rivers flow the bed of Earth,
Sings the wonder skylark full of mirth,
Dreams the young lass of her lover's return,
Swinging moods fly by, love's lovely pattern.

The Sunday cart races by the countryside,
Mounting the detour, kissing sea tide,
Tods chase rainbows, O beautiful sunshine!
If rains cross the farm line, it ought to be mine.

Joys of sensations echo through the wild,
If day slips beneath covers, stars calm the mind,
So does the breeze whisper, while passing behind,
Enjoy love's day, it may pass overnight.