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The black cuckoo sings and wakes me up here
At my mother’s home just at 4 AM
The sweet, mellow, enticing darkness of a new
morning
Holds my hands and pulls me up
Within half an hour I’m on the road to join
the morning walkers
Who religiously walk this unearthly hour
With a dream to shed a few kilos
My dream is to touch that round red shadow
that slowly rises
Over the Ganges giving it a saffron hue
My dream is to join the jingling coming from
the thicket
My dream is to feast my hungry eyes on the
dew laden blooms
And inhale their morning greetings deep
within my being
I am tasting a new me
A bursting of a seed that lay hidden for so
many years as it were
A new growth
That needs to be nurtured, valued
To slowly deep root, rise upwards
Then branch out
And not thrown away like a serious weed
Feigning the look of a plant
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To be lost in the beauty of nature ah!! so mesmerising
ReplyDeleteWhat a way to begin the day. Such gifts as these take commitment - though well worth the dedication to rise early. I really enjoyed this post, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteTo raise that early and meet the dawn take such dedication.. but the reward of raising like a flower is endless.. a wonderful poem Sumana.. I read it several times just to breath its bliss.
ReplyDeleteMany such dreams will register when the early morning mist makes it leisurely and peaceful! Wonderful lines Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh so enticing - you mention the Ganges and one's mind blooms, blossoms open, the red shadow and saffron hue - who has not imagined India just like that, though not so well-described. There is also that wonderful warm temperature behind it, especially at that early morning hour. You really took us there.
ReplyDeleteI was just realizing on the way in yesterday how many walkers are out this time of year. They were everywhere. I am an evening walker. I did smile at the saving of plants as we were just talking last night about how some of our clippings are doing.
ReplyDeleteHa, I could easily get up at 4 a.m. and walk with you. I awaken SO often at that time, but resist the urge to get out of bed. I enjoyed your early morning dreams...really so much to look at when one walks early in the morning, and one's world is coming to life once again. I am very moved by the 6 lines beginning with "I am tasting a new me." These lines have an optimism, a looking forward, a resilience. I like that you think that this is YOUR time, and I know you will use it well.
ReplyDeleteMust be blissful by the Ganga at 4.30 in the morning!!
ReplyDelete"I am tasting a new me" Excellent taste, the whole poem shows what there is here to value. If this be weed, may weed take over the world! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like dawn and the sun rising and the world stirring and feeling so alive. I used to go running at this time many years ago working far away from home. It was a small but beautiful recompense. How beautiful your words were.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you have incorporated so many images and ideas into your poem, from the figure-conscious to the eternal Ganges. But I also like that you are not an outsider watching from afar but part and parcel of what you see and feel.
ReplyDeleteMy dream is to touch that round red shadow that slowly rises
ReplyDeleteOver the Ganges giving it a saffron hue,
This is such a serene and peaceful image :D
Beautifully written!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
We must grow from the root upwards..this poem resonates a huge sense of knowing and humility...simply beautiful
ReplyDeleteThis poem is as exquisite as the morning sun. The words you chose here are so inspirational, peaceful yet full of life and hope. I love it all, and the ending is awakening. I think this now becomes my favorite of yours Sumana.
ReplyDeletethe world is alive then, isn't it.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much that is alive at 4am! You give the reader the desire to search along the trail for the wonder of each new day.
ReplyDeleteLovely Sumana!
I too have spent many weeks on the banks of the holy mother Ganga
ReplyDeleteGreat images
It must be a magical sight and magical time of day... Not light enough here to walk at that time in the morning but I love all the sights and sounds you captured here.
ReplyDeleteLovely for us as you let us tag along, & like others I gravitated toward the saffron hues on the Ganges, & I like the sense of rebirth you establish as you greet the sunrise; exhilarating, sensual, immediate, you seem to share completely.
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteLike taking a breath of good fresh air and enjoying that experience. Your poem was bursting with positivity, just like the blooms and the rewarding scents..I love the feelgood sense found in early morning outdoor life...
Eileen
there's such magic in the early mornings... i love an early morning bike ride to work - see the world awake...moments that are holy..
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful rising of that new growth. Such beautiful imagery as you describe the beauties of that early morning. Loved this, Sumana. I wanted to walk there, too, to see the color of the light.
ReplyDeleteI love the tone and imagery of this. Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteAh.. the twilight last forever now.. but the break of dawn with walks of others.. is certainly a delight that nary fails.. with rising spirits
ReplyDeletein loving now.. the red hued sun.. comes
bright so long.. so long.. is now.. of love..:)
To slowly deep root, rise upwards
ReplyDeleteThen branch out.... that is a wonderful thing to do.... congrats
Power to the new growth!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to greet the day..looking at the glory the sun exposes a daybreak.
ReplyDeleteA magical dawn!
ReplyDeleteWeeds do that, they nessle in close to a plant and try to look like the plant...then they get so big they can do longer do it. I wonder what is going on below ground, are the pushing and shoving?
ReplyDeleteI really like how you have mixed the every-day with your hopes and dreams...and how your every day life is, in fact, taking you step by step towards your dreams. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteA scene like this is a beauty :-)
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully narrated.Loved it.
ReplyDeleteMy dream is to touch that round red shadow that slowly rises
ReplyDeleteOver the Ganges giving it a saffron hue
This line really touched me. True story: I had a dream a few years ago that I was trying to cross the Ganges by walking on stones. I think it was because at the time I was reading lots of bloggers from India and I have a deep sensitivity to their/your spirituality.
Yes, so important to give ourselves time to lay deep roots....patience...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely capture of the cool early morning.
ReplyDeleteThere is wonderful word imagery in this beautiful poem, Sumana. I liked the ambivalence of the plant idea - is it a weed, is it not? Is it a weed that looks like a cultivated plant or the reverse? :-)
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