A-scending sun in the morning
N-ewly shines its light;
N-ighttime has just turned
I-nto a day burning bright.
E-ventide is out of sight,
L-eaving no trace to find;
Y-ou cannot see its flight
N-or can you keep it in your mind.
M-onth of joyful January
A-ppeals to me for writing on;
R-hyme of acrostic is sent to you
T-wenty-fourth early dawn.
I-nto your soul and spirit,
N-ext to your mind and heart;
E-ver inspiring lines
Z-ealously convey the words of art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of Art that truly inspires.......beautiful birthday poem dear Poet Bernard.....10
Thanks, dear Ma’am Geeta😊🙏❤️😍👌😘