To A Morning Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Upon the road still not worn by the passersby, dawdling towards the morning, a flower withered unto my head! The breeze gentle brought the fragrance of the heavens to my nostrils! Stopped by longing long time I stood, upon the bank of swift flowing time! Let me stay here for a while when the drops of yester-rain still dip from the clouds!

The flower white enough to touch the depth, fragrant enough to awake the senses, is on my palm overlooked by my sleepy vision. With the smile of gratitude, did the pigeon that came hungry today upon the windows drop it? Or did the heavens pleased shower the blessings from far above the skies of blue? Look at me, touch my petals, says the beauty upon my palm!

The wet paints on the horizons fades unto white, desperate twilight sings the songs of longing! When you hold each other grabbing the hands tight, sing not your pain oh beloved lovers of eternity for there are twilights to come to paint your dreams again! The moments of union would shatter your abstinence; kiss each other adieu for a day for longing is the heart of love!

The path serene await me stretching unto the eternity upon which reflects the tender rays of morning! Oh dear morning, the child of the tranquil night, hold my fingers, let me take you to an evening, when your mother appear upon the eastern horizon to grab you and to sing a lullaby melodious. Hold my fingers, walk under my shadows for the path is steep and it is a hot summer day!

On the other hand, close to my heart but not tight to hurt the softness, let me carry this tiny flower that would fill our paths with its divine fragrance! Hail oh heavens for the sweet gift for a morning that would fill a day with its fragrant pollens!