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


Morning


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.