Morning Poem by Mallika Tripathi

Morning, a holy entity,

A call for the best,

After the soothing and tranquil rest.


Coming smoothly but a pacy creature,

Surrounded by aureole, holding the scriptures.

Chanting the prayers, nourishing a swan,

Invoking the Divine for the glorious dawn.


Quite and hallowed, working and sweating

Appealing us to listen the birds' tweeting.

All engrossed, ready for the blast,

Filled with a hope

For an infinite scope.