अध्याय 71 Morning
I wrote too many poems when I was a kid. I just loved to write and I didn’t even care if they were good or not or do they have a central point or any of other technicality that one might point out. It was more of fun, just fun. I can’t recall all of them but a few. Among which I think this was the most innocent one
Touches the heart the light of the morn.
Since last twilight I was so eagerly awaiting for dawn
Touches the heart the light of the morn.
Orange shaped days and banana shaped nights
Clouds that resemble bunnies and kites
I was very scared in dark and now all my fears are gone
Touches the heart the light of the morn.
Somewhere sun rises from the sea
Somewhere from the sand
To me the red colour shoots in the sky
In between of two high peices of land
I will, one day, jump to sun when I’ll be fully grown
Touches the heart the light of the morn.
I hate darkness, I mislike moon for not shining in the night
I dreamt god gave me the power of light
With the magic wend I soon started a great fight
But then you came so early & all my dreams were torn
Still touches the heart, O! Thy beutiful light of the morn.