THE QUIET HOUR

The new born day
Washed in dew
Soaked in soft rosy hue
Awakes –
Somewhere a lone birth
Proclaims the birth
Of yet another day!
The tiny buds of yester eve
Blooms into bright colors
And sweet fragrance
The mind, at peace
After the night’s repose
Looks on at the sleeping world -
In a little while
The silence of Dawn
Would break into
Noisy activity of everyday
Each man will be caught
Into the web of daily routine
And vicious life circle
Where there is no time
For the little sweet things of life
So, at this quiet hour
My mind savours
The sweetness of tranquility
Forgetting all cares and worries
Stealing a moment just for myself,
From the vast sea of Eternity

~Suchorita~