Early in the morning
Early in the morning
I have a brisk walk
With gusts of wind
Usually I talk.
The cool breeze
Tickles me around
Tender feeling of touch
Love unbound.
The garden air is
Freshness store
I want to drink it
Lots, More.
Having walked when I
Reach home
My Heart becomes
A doting dome.
At School I remember
The morning breeze
The whole day its impact
Does not cease.
With great gusto I
Study and play
Rising early helps me
In this way.
- Om Gomber
To children He gives
A colorful delight
After the showers
What a lovely sight!
The Rainbow smiles
Stretching his cheeks
Patting his shoulders
Cloud-brothers leak
From one end to the other
Cool-colors' elegance
The Rainbow with pride
Drizzles fragrance!
When the sun sees
The work of reflection
His heart starts dancing
Great satisfaction.
His beauty has always been
Painters' charm
Poets also give him
Welcome-warm.
His smile bewitching
Short is his stay
When appears,disappears
We can't say.
Which place he goes away
It's a mystery
From where he comes
No mention in History.
- Om Gomber
