In the dreary hour of the just-dawn,
your life painted in grim notes,
you are alone with all your Self;
The trees all asleep in grey tones,
lamps that gave light all night,
become pale packets of wastage;
A gust of wind pours in
carrying the songs of birds
singing to the unveiling skies.
A new morning comes rushing
on the waves of the mellow sea
from worlds beyond the horizon:
A day rises, when you drop all
the burdens you long carried
on your life-weary shoulders.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
In the dreary hour of the just-dawn,
your life painted in grim notes,
you are alone with all your Self;
The trees all asleep in grey tones,
lamps that gave light all night,
become pale packets of wastage;
A gust of wind pours in
carrying the songs of birds
singing to the unveiling skies.
A new morning comes rushing
on the waves of the mellow sea
from worlds beyond the horizon:
A day rises, when you drop all
the burdens you long carried
on your life-weary shoulders.
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