The still calm of a morn...cool...

Such a morn
An awakening
He dreamt once...
Such a dawn...
Cloudy
And
Stillness
Personified
As morning chant
Of slokas
emanating from a prayer hall...
Some orphaned abandoned hope
Sitting in loin clothes white
Bare bodied
Shining in the first light
-peeping joyous through the dark cloud cover...

Such a morn
He had dreamt once...
A black teed
Pink hot pant
On run...
Happy through the enbalming silence
Of the dawn...
And smell of flowers
Pinkish bunch
Held
And
Drenched
By Hope
And
Faith
Gently dancing in the cool breeze...

Such a morn...
Beyond material ideas,
Like a flowing Bheas...
Like a road auspicious...
Like a dream pink and white
And overwhelmingly blue,
He wrote once
And
Founded
Brick by brick
By sheer manual labour...
He found that dream on rise,
A dream of such a dawn...