Magic In The Morning Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

When the clouds are away
Gathering at the edge of the sky
When the last flicker of a star
Silently in a corner goes to die

When wings from the nests
Flutter to get ready for the flight
When peaks afar shine yellow
By the stream of morning light

When from the edge of hills
Come flitting sound of a stream
When the earth is fresh as a bud
As if a lass wakes up from a dream

When upon tips of green grass
Dew hangs to shine as diamonds
When buds open up to cool ray
And sway merrily in leafy fronds

I wake up to stand and stare
The grand scene nature does unfold
That it hides in its lap whole night
For mortal like me to get up and behold