Winter Morning Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI
Winter Morning
First rays of the sun
Crimson in color
lend a velvet touch
On the marigold
In my garden.
My garden!
What an audacity!
Gentle breeze
O'er the grass
Lush green
Making waves.
The dew
Sparkling white
Some purple
Rest rainbow
Costlier
Than the queen's necklace.
A hot cup of tea
Vapor rising up
Meeting the glass
Before hitting the sky.
It's a winter morning
And I'm beaming in joy.
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