BEAUTIFUL DAWN

AN HOUR BEFORE DAWN



I was thinking thee
At an hour before dawn;
Birds flapping their wings;
Stars are looking down.


Thine sweet voice heard
Through-out the cold night;
From the east o’er the trees
Peeping the rosy light.


Lovely looks for me
The breeze brings thine;
Night wiping her darkness
With the light ,it’s fine.


Both in my laughs and cries
And in mine kisses and weeps
Indeed you will be; ‘cause
In thy hand a heaven keeps.

G. MURALI. M.A.

BEAUTY OF NATURE



The resplendent sun was shining high
Herons were flying in azure sky;
Inactive air was delightly blowing,
Active river was gaily flowing.



Flightily surges were calmly moving
On the waves, as a snake leaf-less tree was shaking;
But in that tree there was no movement,
The fleecy clouds walking across the firmament.



The land wore the saree of thick green,
The nature seemed as a picture on the screen
Around the mango tree the creepers were creeping
From the ends the tender buds were peeping.



The flowers were spreading fragrance,
Indeed that landscape was cosmic beauties concurrence,
It’s a floral valley
It’s a scean of pleasant, really.


14.2.1992.
G.MURALI .M.A.