The dawn before all,
Kernel of basic belief.
The peeping of sun,
With true beleifs.
Light of new,
On baby green leaves,
Flowers a million permutes,
More than Gurus ever known.
With fingers brushing the countanence,
Source of all energy,
Playing like infants,
In the flight of birds,
The occasional hoot peacock,
Burst of sparrows,
Snakes out for breakfast,
Cats on the prowl,
It's time to rise.
Small, tiny and important.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
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