The Morning Poem by Ajit Chaliha

The Morning
Feel the turmoil, the excitement
Of the peeping, first light of dawn.
Silently hear, the morning activity
Of the turbulent winds whispered, roar.
Here, here comes our master,
The great, omnipotent, harbinger of light The Sun.
Suddenly all stood quiet, stunned
At the brilliant display of color and warmth.
The Day has arrived.
Shillong, the Sunday 26th. February 2012

PS note: It was 4.30 in the morning. I woke up with the roaring sound of the cold wind outside, wind with music of the pine tree swaying with the song which is exited with them from the eternity of time. This continued till the sun rose in the eastern horizon; It struck my mind of the yogi stunts the rishi, muni's perform every morning to welcome the sun rise