She never wakes up with a pink aurora dawn,
Birds practising a welcome song, waving brims
The winds adding music playing on a blue guitar,
Look now tired and slowly losing their whims.
The dew on the soft and pink petals of roses
Is drying silently, no other protest but the tears,
Leaves are rubbing their palms in frustration
Heart beats shooting up with the unseen fears,
Still nobody is ready to believe, she'll not come
Promises that are made to be broken in love
Are killing the song, the music, and the flowers,
Goddess of Peace will wake up, so says the dove,
Sitting lonely on a green branch of an olive tree,
Bidding farewell to another dawn missed by her
The bird is confident if not today may be tomorrow
She will smile after the Goddess is kissed by her,
It will be an open show in a garden having no walls,
Welcome song will be sung and music will be played
Flowers' dance for awaken and striping human soul
A bird's telecast, by satellites boosted and relayed!
O Goddess Aurora Look- never I come to worship you; yes, I never get up early for you but here, in this world every parts of creation enjoys Your shining with birds chirping, with melodious tune of rivers stream, with rejoicing of trees nodding their leaves, with suave flowing of breeze, with sweetest touching of morning sunlight O' Goddess Aurora You are beautiful truly that's why this world of the morning is looking so beautiful...//
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