Night waned, mirthful sky raised another curtain,
Surprised I was as entered the divine Sun!
A tiny dot popped up when I gazed intently,
Darkness still ruled and rosy rays creept secretly!
River rippled quietly,mountains shone graceful ,
Leaves rustled soft among branches cheerful!
Birds bobbed their heads to select a direction,
Up they took a flight,marking a celebration!
“It rises every morning,what makes it so special ?”
Many crossed overhead regailing a chirpy mail,
“We’re breathing!O,we’re flying! isn’t it a festival !”
I looked in awe and wished,”If with them I could sail!”
(Original; written by self.)
Shama sinha
3-1-24