Sushama Karnik

Dawn breaks I am dreaming still. The echoes sound and reverberate. 

Softer first than the first sounds of an early bird, they mount the hill 

and perch on the rock until the sunrise breaks through the clouds

A dawn breaks, on the hill, the horizon, and the sea.

 A sound takes wings. 

A flight on the wind, an upward swing,

 and upward to the sky.

Light are the wings, and light is the sky,

light is the dream that brings in the dawn

to diffuse the air with a heavenly sounds of the dawn.

I am breathing fresh, a june midnight and an august morn.

A peacock's plume shaken by the raindrops 

lets fall a shower of ecstasy.

An anguish a moment ago,

you sent a word to not feel sad

and the dawn is a messenger, a herald of peace.