Oh! What a delightful morning pleasure!
To gaze at the nature’s prodigious treasure.
The day seemed so calm,
And the sun’s glowing splendour added to its charm
Nightingale began its sweet chant
And cuckoo stretched its voice for a sweet chant
The songs reflected their overflow of joy
And amused the passers by
Flowers of all hue,
Bearing a pellucid dew,
Tussled their heads in cool breeze.
As if dancing for the song in sheer bliss.
Every creature was in a happy mood
Astonished at this morning pleasure, I stood
Oft in vacation or in leisure
They flashed in my mind
Where an inexplicable joy, I find.