I step onto the asphalt roads
As little crystals hug green leaves
The warm sun gently rises
A sacred morning it delicately weaves
Sunlight dances on the Gulmohar petals
As the road is carpeted with fallen flowers
A mild drizzle plays on my skin
As I am blissfully treated in these early hours!
A light whiff spreads in the air
As morning scent playfully sprays
Oh colours so vivid, a delight to eyes
Stunned by the beauty I mutely gaze!
~Sam
mornings are always so serene, so pure...
ReplyDeleteI could relate to the whole poem :)
And you know, I have almost similar shot of the flower that you have used in the post..
gud mornin :)
aJ
I like the mild drizzle playing on the skin :)
ReplyDeletePerfect "good morning" :)
wow wht nice morning ....i hv start my morning read such a kind of post!!
ReplyDeleteHi Sammy ,
ReplyDeleteThe Gulmohar flower picture and the poetic essence made , paints perfect picture the drops water comes live in front ..very nicely written ..lovely.
Happy Easters and have a great weekend :)
take care
@Aakaash- Yeah.. mornings are a blessing!! :D Good morning!
ReplyDelete@S- Good morning! :D
@Vish- Thank you Vish!!
@Vivek- Hey!! How have you been??
Thank you!!
You too take care!
Being a morning person I can absolutely relate to what you wrote.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a beauty!
p.s: Your comments on my blog are so encouraging. You are very generous with praises. Thanx for dropping by. :D