Tiku akp


Let me come out in the morning


I can’t wait to see
The dawn breaking in the horizon
The sun coming out tearing the sea

I can’t stay anymore
In the dark solitude of a room
When the sea is lapping the shore

I love to be with birds
Releasing colourful plumes in air
Rushing past my den in thick hordes

I have to go out
To hear the bells of sturdy bulls
As in files to the fields they move about

Let me keep my wish
And come out into the open
To spend time with natures profound bliss

I will wait for the sun
To bath in the golden ray
And breathe fresh and pure air of the dawn

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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  • Marie Shine (5/12/2014 11:24:00 AM)

    What a truly delightful picture you paint for your reader, Tiku, through excellent visual detail, of the waves lapping the shore to greet you on waking each morning. Sounds like Paradise! You love Mother Nature very much and that love makes it impossible for you to stay confined in your room when morning has broken. I can imagine walking along that beautiful beach, the waves lapping gently on the shore, the sun spreading its golden light as it dances on the horizon, filled with the joy of a new day! An excellently crafted poem, very positive, uplifting and a true pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing... (Report) Reply

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