This morning, before dawn, the sky over Chamundi hill
Was not yet streaked in chromatic strata, the first flush,
Pinkening to orange, reddening to carmine layers. Nobody
Moves along our street five floors below, no car nor motor-bike,
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Routine rotation! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Dear Colleague, respected critic and poet, I feel enormously encouraged by your appreciation, so soon after I sent the verse on the Crescent Moon to PH. Such a reader is a boon to a scribe who has scribbled on for decades without many readers, critics and netizens of the world. Wishing you great success and wellness. AM