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The dawn



After long days
the beautiful dawn was waiting me.
I opened the iron door
switched on the garden light,
stepped.

I amazed with the beauty and bliss
of  blossomed tree,herbs  and starry sky.
Orion was smiling alongwith the moon.
I smiled at them.
The eastern sky was pink.
An owl appeared from the north eastern sky.
I remembered Harry Potter and his pet owl and the past, my school , my preparation for  eleventh exams.

The dawn was touching.

I again looked at Orion, and his gleaming dimond belt.
He was bidding 'bye',  and vanished smiling.
I collected flowers, a crow flapped its wings.
Morning was yet to come.

Time passed.
From my chamber I heard the chirps of tiny birds.

I smiled and lost.


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