Morning Plays Its Music Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Morning Plays Its Music
Woven into blades of grasses
The dew drops shine like pearls
Flowers bloom like eyes of Gods
As smoke rises from huts in whorls
Frayed clouds drape the sky
As the sun bumps against them
It falls sometimes on silent stream
Dazzling the water as if it is in flame
Clamorous trees shake fronds
And the birds escape from nests
Waterfalls dance down the slopes
Heading to the ground from the crests
Morning plays its own music
Comes tearing through the night
A vista of beauty is revealed slowly
When the earth baths in the divine light
nature is itself an introspective musice and it can develop the insightul feelings of everyone
A vista of beauty is revealed slowly When the earth baths in the divine light...beautifully expressed. Many congratulattions dear poet for this magnificent poem being displayed on the home page as Poem of the Day.
Congratulations Anil on being chosen for POD x Very well deserved with this marvellous poem!
Anil, belated Heartiest of Congratulations on this well deserved POD!
Such very, very lovely descriptions, so poetically beautiful and unforgettably original.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing x