Morning Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri

The first morning ray
Always fill up my heart,
And I feel its effulgence glory
When it spreads on the Earth.

I looked at the little grass
That sparkles its light
As there were some dew on it
So it attained the vibrant sprit.

The morning breeze always
Knock at my heart
I feel its soothing blowing
That always keep me apart.

The Sun is now no more redden
It has turned from red to Golden.
So we have to move for the day's work
I praise for the morning
From the core of my heart.