Shades Of Nascent Light Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Some days I get up before sunrise
And see what can be seen in nascent light,
Across the street, beyond sparse foliage;
And farther yonder on the horizon,
The prone dark hill of Devi, triumphant
Over all things evil, cruel or mean.


I raise my arms in private reverence
To Savitre, the vivifying source
Of Sun, our Earth and all of cosmos too.
Let there be dusk and night; now it is dawn
And shaded hues, a fresh morphology.

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Mysuru, India. 21 March,2017