When I woke up in morning,
I see the beautiful Dawn.
above me, mother and everything,
including my mother's green lawn.

Everytime when I see it,
I see something new.
The beauty, birds and brightness,
I feel its precious dew.

It's pleasing silence,
Medicine of every pain,
It takes in new world,
Where is no loss or gain.

Standing on a hill,
Watching the view.
Capturing its beauty,
Smelling the brew.

Birds become busy,
Sky becomes congested.
Adults are flying,
Chicks are nested.

The crystal clear waters,
Draw the sun perfectly.
Looks like river is gold as,
the sun is floating currently.

If the dawn's beauty is a lady,
Surely the woods are its ornaments.
Fog disappears and comes transparency,
Just peace and no war or argument.

Weekends are over,
Here comes the Monday.
Days of working begin,
Waiting for the Sunday.

I again moved to the city,
I...