In The Divine Morn Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
In The Divine Morn
In the cool breeze of the morn
The branches begin to swing
The flowers open up to stare at
The cerulean sky and birds start to sing
In the early hours of the morn
The snow shines atop the hills
The priest sings the holy hymns
Sitting cross legged by the slender trill
In the serene air of the morn
Thought flows like a stream
Across the uneven plain of life
It struggles on to realize many a dream
Ever so very many Endless10'S! .. And Stars too! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Absolutely beautiful! .. With such an amazing tranquil feeling to this! ..
Thought flows like a stream/Across the uneven plain of life....beautiful lines! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 10:40:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gorgeous poem, amazingly presented,5 Stars Full, Anil Sir. I have enjoyed tremendously! TFS