If the morn
With a cool wet breeze such
Arrives,
And if the rooster calls,
And birds chirp being in harmony
With the songs in the air,
If the season such feel like drapes one,
Like a silent peaceful lovely dawn,
How can,
One sleep?
Without slipping into a state
Of being filled by the sky?
How can one keep closed one's eyes
Never to be awakened to the Sunrise?
How can one pass a day break
Without realising how life in blossoms take
All sweetness of Life to bloom
So heartful?
If the morn comes with such an awesome birth
Of another begining of a journey to deepest mirth
Of living life, celebrating it like a flow of a tide,
How can one not open
One's eyes and ears?
How can one just lie indifferent
To the morn's birth, so happy fresh a sense?
How can one just not be at harmonious rest?
By You, not Blessed?
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