A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

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Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted,
From life’s monotonous routine,
I go to my courtyard Theatre,
On the enormous screen,
Watching the free natural movie scenes,
Projected by The Almighty Producer.
The scenes change there with the passage,
Of the day,night and seasons.
Rows of Royal Palms,
Looking beautiful and calm.
Something strange I noticed in palm trees,
The old withered branches down to earth,
Preparing themselves to embrace death.
Every single day they are losing their worth.
And the young shiny branches bright and green,
Standing proudly as youths in their teens.
But some young branches gorgeous and fresh,
They are bending downward towards the earth,
To reflect their humility and humbleness,
Something common in humans and trees.
The majestic Rhododendron is standing with grace,
The magnificent Gul-Mohar in full bloom,
The fire color flowers,covered in flames,
Will shine more in the month of June.
As if the Indian bride clad in her red veil,
Radiating its splendor in vales and Dales.
The shocking-pink bougainvilleas are in full bloom,
Can erase your depressed heart’s gloom.
Flights of birds flying on blue and pink heaven,
A black jackdaw and ravens seven.
Kites entangled among branches of trees,
Beautiful white doves and light-pink kestrel,
Diving and flying in the morning cool air,
Resting and hopping on the mobile tower.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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A whiff of fresh natural beauty breathes into this poem…nice:)


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