The rising sun saluting the sky
Rolls swiftly like a glowing ball
Across the august splendor
Of the awakening day
Drenched in the golden rays of the sun
Smearing the sky with morning glory
Caressing the half opened buds
Swinging with the tender breeze
The curdling waves rolling, swirling
Emitting a murmuring sound
As if whispering a secret
Then striking against the stony cliffs
And cutting its way ahead
With a resounding crash
Springing back and forth, flowing onwards
To meet and mingle with the delta into
Eternal splendor
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
You have presented a beautiful word picture of a new day. One can actually visualize the picturesque morning as he/she continues to read the poem.
thank u poonam this poem was written on a journey to Rohatang The snow clad mts were awesome
yes the rising day and the shimmering m0untainss presented a glorious picture, while the river flowing arrested my sight