Blessed Mornings of Shantiniketan:

Blessed is me every cell ,

Touched by the warmth of morning rays.

rising Sun from the behind the dark mountains,

Softens my heart and brings smile on my sleepy face!

Rising smoke in tall chimneys ,

Somewhere far in a tiny cottage ,

Soft Fragrance of burning woods,

Give ways to flowery words and new passage.

A morning cuddle by my excited dog ,

A soft morning kiss by beloved love,

Hidden in mighty pine trees,

Birds sing songs of joy , stirring my joyous heart.

The tap dance of naughty pigeons ,

As they March on my cottages’s tin roof,

though it is a 1500th morning with same scene ,

yet her ear stands as she is totally aloof !

Soft Touch of cold pages of the book on my lap,

Enraptured by beauty I am lost in wonder ,

As I watch Massive Himalyan mountain peaks awake,

finally waking from a night long slumber.

warmth of a new morning,

Lazily takes away the white shawl of fresh delicate snow ,

A fresh gust of wind blows from north ,

Making the leaf of aspen tree sing In a row.

Just then , she offers me a sip of Mate’

Her gentle smile , brighter then morning Rays ,

And I feel joyous confidence , as I am ready to embark ,

For I am sure it’s going to be another great day.

Asheq