The Day Hasn’t Dawned

When the eyes can hardly view

Green hills that hide behind the horizon.

The rivers that flow with a gurgling sound

Morning is here but the day hasn‟t dawned.

Nature that cloths the naked earth

The mist that drags along.

Like the earth covered by these „cotton‟ trees

Unmoved still, though the storm blows a breeze.

When the sky with its watery spouts

Trickles down these rainy drops.

The dry earth still languor in thirsty pain

Still cries out, “Rain! More rain!!”

And in the midst of the solitary silence

The world was still in permanence.

They that slumber into the darkest night

That asks for, “More rain, more rain”.

From the time when man was prehistoric and wild

Nature had nurtured these first leaves as a child.

Seasons change but cannot exchange

These that will always stay the same.

Nor are they fully awake or asleep

Men and their own generations.

Though awaken yet not awake

The sun is up and it‟s past the same.

The day hasn‟t dawned

Someday it will when „we are found‟.

Time comes back like the fruits ripening

And „I must wait‟, „I am still waiting‟.