That morning had sublime gentle fingers
And the aura of fragrant breeze
Enveloping the still lethargic Gaia in
Its rejuvenating embrace
Aurora had left its scarlet fingerprints
Like auspicious marks of a bride
On the walls of turquoise radiance
The colours from Autumn’s palette
Floated on the azure expanse
And the starry carnival dazzled
On the veil of the flowing bay
Dewdrops are like manna, elixir
Sprinkled angels to satiate the thirsty Nature
Birds celebrated their boisterous existence
Some cotton puffs of clouds sailed
On the cerulean sky
Like ships ferrying hopes to distant lands
With raindrops hidden within their depths
Darkness has gone into hibernation
Enfolding its expansive wings
And finding refuge in some dark corner
Blossoms covered the boughs of trees
In fragrant softness
Cooing of the singing shy cuckoo
Filled the environs with saccharine sweetness
Such was the morn a poetry that breathed alive
That shimmers in my eyes pools
Like an unforgotten memory
A reverberating visual echo
One that has now been buried
Under the avalanche of modernisation
Dark fumes of pollution engulfed
That innocent morn in its tentacles
Like a cunning venus fly trap
And it is now a pearl
That has lost its inherent sparkle
As a withering faded rose with wrinkled petals
Its juvenility lost forever