The Rising

5.26 a.m. Dhaka

The beginning of a new day
His Majesty is on the way
Watch ye creatures still on your bed
How the path's paved red

In his honour. Awaken! Witness the glory
The brilliance, the blazing fury
Watch him takes his seat
In the firmament. Be not afraid of the heat

That warms every single bone
Watch him dazzling on his throne
And thaw the coldness around
Unbound

I, who struggle to capture his Majesty's beauty
through my lens, consider it my duty
To share the splendor that I see
Through the power of words vested in me

They are by far lacking in comparison
But I pray they give you reason
Enough, to jump out of bed 
and witness in amazement, the rising, in your days ahead
6.15 a.m. View from my window

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3 responses to “The Rising”

  1. robbiesinspiration Avatar

    Hi Smitha, this is a gorgeous poem. I often feel my words can’t do the sunrise justice.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Hi Robbie,Thank you so much. Oh… I know that feeling. I love watching the sunrise too…I dont seem to get bored at all.

      Like

  2. rajkkhoja Avatar
    rajkkhoja

    So wonderful photography of your window view. Very interesting write ✍️ you! Amazing words use in.

    Liked by 1 person

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