As a sleepy dawn wakes out of the blanket of satin clouds

to lazily peep out from under the mother Sky’s dreamy lap,

the Sun with his magic wand, cracks open mystery of the dark,

the Moon murmurs a prayer, ere into oblivion she does embark;

what a good luck it is indeed to discover ourselves being alive

to sounds and smells emerging from every nook, cranny and crack,

to the fiesta of colors flaunted by panoramic sky and waterscapes

to pulsating beams of life in trees, nests and stones on landscapes;

wondrous web of hues on freckled wings of birds, bees and flies

as they move in quest of nectar in sieves, with shiny hope in eyes;

to tantalizing beauty of flowers shying away from amorous breeze

to smell of rain from dancing grass and musk of dew on wet trees;

to joy of waves rising from the depth of love’s million honey coves

to sprouts of ecstasy from roots of grave, with life’s zillion loves !