Housed street
Breaking the day through a window-rift
Garden aroma hushing in waking up the mind
Lazy-hazy mood deterged to rise from grey dip
Pinky blossoms streaking in breezy comfort
Fluttering crowing upping to starry scattering
Bidding bye, bye stars and electric fluorescence
Paper-man, milk-man on pell-mell cycling
Out comes my soul to the porch
Not to the farther sun orangy
But to the Sarakondrai(Cassia fistula)nigher
Her chromatic golden foliage blooming
My aesthete to her aesthete wishing
Good morning
excellent write...brought the day break to me with all its freshnes and beauty
thnq for reminding us of the sights and sounds we tend to take for granted...
truely well written...thought out and flowery poem love of nature.....galorte yes the casia cascades are in full bloom in the sultry days.....seemingly mocking the sun with its dying rays at dusk very nice poem cheers
Beautiful description of a morning; especially.... out comes my soul to the porche....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aromatic composition on daybreak. Love imageries are there.10+++