Hymn Of The Dawn Poem by Indranil Bit

The dawn is yet to break free
The dark is yet to bid bye
The lotus is yet to bloom red
The grasses are still a shining blade
Before the birds can welcome you
My hymns will hail a new day.

I crouch over the rugged hillock
My naked feet bruised with thorns
The wild flowers on bushy herbs
Adjunct to my shadow all along
I reach the top and still my eyes
I realize Her and Her unfurl ties.

I spread my sight as far off as I can
And my heart spreads further than
The whelming blue of the roaring sea
Echoes its’ hue on the stretching sky
Smearing and painting with floating white
White of the cloud and of the froth.

I am none but an organized earth
I boost for all that is not mine
I am the free soul speaking to the Al
I am the toad of the well, free me off
Like the sea, like the sky that you espouse
I fancy to be smeared like a froth on you.

I murmured my hymn time and again
Uphold my soul above earthly beings
I pray to my soul to believe in truth
This all earthly ties are but illusions
Rip it all that tie you back, let me fly
The heaven of honor is waiting for thy.