Dawn

I wake up with a blushing Dawn;
Apollo’s lover in the morn;
The morning sky is painted red;
As she lies recoiled in bed.
Oh, how she flees the brazen light!
She melts away without a fight!

She streaks the sky in glowing pink:
The early riser’s pleasure drink;
She dresses in the sheerest voile,
While keeping passions on the boil.
And her daughters Day and Night,
Follow her with much delight;
Most earthly crimes happen when
The daughters are busy mooching men;
Dost thy daughters have no shame,
That they sully thy good name?

And thus I see her every day,
Like watching Nature’s grandest play.
And sometimes when I’m fast asleep,
She nips my pillow with a sweep!


14th May 2009
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Comments (11)

Wow this poem was written to perfection
Dawn Redefined and Redawned… Nice metaphor…shower of delight 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
What an enchanting read, Subroto! One of your best. A lyrical, lively and cleverly constructed tribute to nature's daily herald. Love this one! Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Your lovely poem inspires one to appreciate nature and all the good things in life that are gifted freely. I love the way you write! 'Dawn' is a gem of rare beauty and so are you! Namaste' 10+++
Thanks for the comments you made in my poem. Its an honor to know a peot whose poem rings figures of speech with some poetic devices. rated 10+++, Thanks
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