Your Great Works Are In Silence Born..! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

a prelude-:

we have been trained from ageless past to view'night and darkness' with a sort of aversion, fear and animosity.
night and darkness have been treated as 'antonyms' or 'opposites royal' to 'day and light'.
darkness has always been symbolized with ignorance.
day and night have been portrayed as the sworn enemies of the first order-one ready to pounce upon the other with flexed muscles to devour or demolish or drive away the other.
why such a view point?
could there be any disharmony in 'nature'?
why not shift our angle of vision, broaden our weighty narrowness on nature's beautiful back?
why not look kindly at' night' which gives rest to our tired limbs, fills our closed eyes with colourful dreams and rejuvenates our spirits?
why not consider ' day and night ' as ' true friends ' each performing with utmost sincerity the complementary tasks ordained by 'nature ' in the most friendly way-one taking leave of the other with heartfelt affection and the other saying ' good-bye ' with tearful eyes?
we should understand that ' light and shadow are inseparable-playing hide and seek with each other.
there is a faint light which our eyes can discern even in pitch-dark nights.
then why not give expressions to such a feeling of friendliness in a verse forgetting our own creations of fear.?
also, while nature's great constructive works blossom in solemn silence without any pomp and noise, her roaring deeds like tempest, floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc., end up in devastation and misery.

now please read my poem.

Dawn gently touches the Night with a ray of Light-
' Rest, my dear, your duty is over ! '
And to her western cave slowly walks the Night
Upon his wings the Wind takes the message of the Day
' Get up, Birds and Buds!
Yet another marvellous Day is at the Eastern skies! '

' Ho..ho..hurraah ho! '-
Full-throated birds welcome the day with flashing wings
The dreamy Flowers see-off the Stars to their heavenly homes
Slips the bashful Moon down the Western slopes;

' Mankind! roll-up your sleep to welcome the Day! '-trumpet theCocks;
Ethereal Clouds throng the horizon to salute the Sun;
Night says ' Good- Bye! '
Day kisses her forehead in affection;

Upon this Earth the Greenery in ecstasy dance;
Now the Colours calmly parade in the Skies
And the waves of Joy lap the hearts all around;
In solemn glory the golden Sun
Amidst welcome sounds bursts forth!

' O.. Mighty Nature!
Your Greatest Works Are In Silence Born! '

O the Marvellous Artist!
How to name my Swelling Joy..! '