Dawn breaks, and I am dreaming still

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 sound 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.

Sushama Karnik.

22 March 2022

11. 57 AM

Francoise Dhulesia

Your poem celebrates subtlety, in the awakening of the day, with each line glorifying the miracle of life.

From lento to adagio and moderato, the poem reads like a piece of music, the slow awakening of an allegro.

Marvelous image of the peacock's plume, graceful, just like the poem.

You have written a poem in the beat of a wing, in the freshness of a ray of light. An ode to life.

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