The Man of Dawn

The dawn so beautiful,

Makes my aim more fresh and clear.

Ravishing inhabitance I have seen,

The man of dawn, down the scene.

I am the disciple of discomfort,

And as cheerful as enlivening misery.

The caged entity of human,

Cannot envisage my lamenting treasury.

When I step into the morning,

Nature entitles me as a moron.

A stupid like the murk of night,

Crossing the borders of mountain pride.

The mystery is never-ending,

That to whom I belong to.

Neither the day nor night is mine,

But I can die for sunshine.

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Yetesh Sharma