The Morning

Every morning brings a new day, uncovering peel by peel from night and dawn.

The birds on trees chirp happily as they welcome the new morning, a new beginning.

With sun its ornament, it decorates landscapes, garden, mountain, sea and ocean,

Inspiring people to wake up, exercise and get ready for the day.

My dad has seen it, and his dad and his dad and many-many dads above him,

They, like me, seen it to mature into day, evening and night, with moon and stars

They saw it when they were born from unknown and when they were dying into unknown

And I too see it, as my life-watch ticks towards that unknown, the ultimate truth, death.

Like a true friend, it remains with the winner and the looser, giving each a new chance,

It starts to make a huge tree out of a small seed, with air, water and the sun.

It flutters eagle wings, flies it high in sky and helps to catch a worm, far down on earth,

The cycle continues, some get eaten, some eat, some born and some die.

I went near a big lake, to see the morning coming slowly, beautifully, softly but fresh,

It came with equal emotion, be it a laborious ant or a venomous snake.

It came with a desire to see birth of Krishna, Jesus, Buddha and many pious men alike,

But also it will bring Ravana, Goliath, Hitler, Osama and many, whom people will dislike.