Its the new begining granting
yesterday to the passed night.
With the rhythm of chanting prays,
In the music of dropping dews.
The foggy cloud that round,
Made my eyes bound.
Dimness dugged for a space to conceal
And night riders rushed to trench.
Irradiance of brightness have sunken,
Intensity and frequency have risen.
Birds kick off their voyage and
Honey bees commence to work.
The dropped leaves been errect,
The direct rays are way to connect.

© fathima amrin