Dawn - Poem

Dawn

Passing through the silvery layers,

The dawn is approaching,

Dust, mist and fog,

Is decorating it,

The sleeping buds are awaking,

There is clarion call of cuckoo,

Everyone is coming out,

From their dreamy world,

In the hope of a new dawn

Contributed By: Dr. Ram Sharma is working as a Senior Lecturer In English : Janta Vedic College, Baghpat U.P India dr.ram_sharma@yahoo.co.in