Courtesy- John Constable
Star flowers of night
are falling off on your expanse
fragrant breeze is playing insane...
diddering dews are dancing around
with their sparkling hue
on my window pane..
Birds of heaven are chirruping crazy
crickets are hopping winsomely
seemingly so busy!
A cowherd boy while guiding cattle
is singing blithely a peculiar song..
though unknown to me
reaches my heart like a sweet hurt..
a nostalgia coming along..
It takes me unto sky line
and drops me back at my window pane..
with my cup filled with sunshine..
Shortly I see my mother
She holds a kettle of fresh tea....
and serves me a cup
along with her magical smile...
I take that greedily and pour into it
all my golden sunshine...
Every sip of my sunshine tea
fills me with a strange vigour...
to set out for a unique day
and that makes a perfect morning ...
sweetly innocent, pure and compassionate
just as my mother...