AN HOUR BEFORE DAWNI 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.
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