A new morning was born, as the sun reddened the dull misty sky.
Darkness fading away slowly, as the star of day rises from its slumber.
Far distant place of the horizon, it was unveiling the nature’s beauty.
Orange was the morn dress of the sky as clouds bejeweled with glitter.
The birds from the nearby trees chirped with excitement and verve.
As they took off towards the rising star, with their wings silhouetted.
They formed a heart shaped garland around it, expressing their love.
This was a moment of new hopes, new beginnings, and new promises.
The sunflowers facing their lord, smiled happily basking in the shine.
With the butterflies poking them, posing playfully as flaunting fairies.
The hush of the night, the darkness of the past was fading in the glow.
The fireflies now rested on the trees, enjoying sweet cuckoo-melodies.
I wondered at the Mother Nature, how she welcomes the lambent morn.
How she comes alive, exhibiting her beauty and spreads love deep and vast.
I was amazed as she unveiled herself from the dark, with melodious hymns.
But a sadistic thought passed me, “Has she forgotten the glooms of past?”
Has she forgotten the devilry of the night, crippling her into darkness?
And the loneliness of the moon, lost in the crowd of bright celestial dots?
And the lifelessness of her creations, tired hungry and in chilling pain?
And the efforts of the tiny fireflies, trying to show us light, fighting ghosts?
And then I saw the lotus leaf, as it carefully protected a dew drop so big.
It was the symbol of her pain, loneliness of the moon, and penitence of the sin.
It was the symbol of the humility in her smile, her remembering of sad past.
Her pain was not hidden but preserved, in that drop of dew on the lotus leaf.
© Manish Ranjan, 2015