The pebbles of the recent past
Have not yet gathered dust...
The bud of the morning late
is to bloom into flower yet...
The lake water blue glass
is yet to get the breeze's touch...
A pre-dawn moment is so still
So silent peaceful with serenity fills...
As if din and bustle are non existent
As if horns and chaos never civil life reigned...
As if wakeful restless had never torn
Pantheistic deity which the poet forlorn
Savoured full in his sublimated life...
It is the hour of sublime birth
Of inherent joy...genomic mirth
Which only beauty of silence can write
A pre dawn moment when comes with darkness bright...
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