Tiku akp


Good morning


I open the door and feel the dawn
Descending upon my palm as I hurry
To have a walk across the lawn

I open the window and feel the cold
Through my body; it makes me shiver
As to the unfolding bud I behold

I open the door and breathe the air
Fragrance from foliages enter into me
Flowers swing in breeze with beauty and flair

I open the window and stoop a little
The worm has wriggled out its hole and crawled
Crushing the dews that are soft and brittle

I open the door to welcome the ray
That has come down from heaven
Piercing the clouds of colours- silver and gray

I open the window to watch the hill
The halo of light hovers over its head
Like a sage in deep penance it is sitting still

I open the doors and windows and say
A prayer in His glory who created this all
Before I would get lost in my works for the day

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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