“a Morning View” Poem by M. Shahid. H Chouhdry

A day comes with a morning dew,
For the words, less to cope all few,
The breezy wave and tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view the Himalaya highs,
The trancing eclipses and faltering trees,
Held me there, caught me freeze,
And the prevailing dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let it chase,
This beautiful bounty widespread haze,
I look & look, with a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes with hot cap,
I observed their silent nap,
And whence the sun rise and set,
Sparrow and humming beak to get,
Food to survive and maintain life,
And live on sharp edgy curvy stemy knife,
Above the grove and in dense forest,
Where harmonious peace dwells in the nest,
Where leaves levitate and birds hove,
And oscillate with desire, solidarity in love,
A bird in this hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and trilling rustle,
Are not base generations, it’s true so,
They rise through reincarnation, and grow,
Up to our believe and reckon,
They are alive and born,
I ask my conscience where to hike,
Stood here and there or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of this rainy December,
Over my worries and lethargy to remember,
His never-ending silence to end daylight,
Made one statue, stunned one bright,
And I put my towel to have a shower,
This congeal water pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off with sufficiency,
And when I walk on flossy meadow,
The emerald tint fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to sensory nerves,
Where the earth, laid with several curves,
The invigoration of spirit rises up more,
On rambling off and on, this grassy floor,
Over this belt with buoying ways,
No alternate of this land, O nays,
Where I felt about flying upon,
Falling, right left, up and down,
Then I move here and there, up-to sun height,
To meet buoyantly this sunny light,
The sun with magnetic warm and beguile,
This morning with candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake and woke,
Sing a flute while sitting under an oak,
How this mean, a life less of leisure,
Won’t you thrill this grudgingly by measure,
A world, an embarrassment of riches,
And a life with plenty of beach’s.