The sun is rising with its beams, <br />Pale light is spreading everywhere, <br />Giving us invitation as it seems, <br />Or a king bestowing gold here and there, <br />The darkness's left the battle cause morn is getting here. <br /> <br />Mountains are glowing like the fire, <br />And forest has gained the life again, <br />Quick moving river-waves happily admire, <br />And present dew drops that are being slain, <br />In the respect of the sun like ascending chain. <br /> <br />People are getting up from their lovely sleep, <br />And rays of the sun force them to see, <br />The new morning has come with the heap, <br />Of joy, hope and secret of success to thee, <br />But the noble men've already got up with glee.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovely-morning-2/
