a poem by Shweta K. Madan

Gold streaks across the sky
Welcome,O misty dawn
Soon the sun rises on the high
Goodbye, O tender morn.

The sun burns down from the mighty blue
It’s the day into the noon
Catch it, feel it, the moments are few
For soon is the dawn of rising moon.

The colours change to the evening
Behold, the deepening twilight
Behind the ocean disappears the sun-ring
Upon the world descends a dark night

Slowly the moments go
Which till now belong to today
Softly, quietly they row
Into the ocean of the past, yesterday

Enjoy the moments of today
Spare and waste no time mope
Only this attitude makes yesterday
A happy memory, and tomorrow a vision of hope.