Dawn- An Awakening

The morning always comes back

Defeating the bitter darkness with its light

Honeyed warmth kiss the freshness

There is an eternal breath

Wings too; they appear to be angelic

All that is empty is filled with hope

Even deserted streets have some visitors

Slow paces and trepidation- feet leads to a fate

As the light passes through the eyes

It ignites an unusual passion in the soul

The sweet breeze is in a frolicking mood

Plays with the light- the radiance is divine

From being awake to awakening

Dawn is undeniably the guardian angel

~Amitav