Melodious writes

This blog is for my poems and prose pieces which are sweet, nectar-filled like butterflies with not much darkness in them. They are imaginative, singing, dancing and colorful devoid of the dark realities like an escapist ride on the fluffy clouds. Enjoy!!!

Friday, 13 November 2026

How morning came...



Some beautiful hands
put a Diya on the horizon, 
and the orange-red flame from it 
spread slowly on the sky -
like a magic spell, it illuminated first the nearby clouds, then the flowers, 
birds were the first to know of it, 
And a cuckoo with its melodious call 
announced that it is morning…

© Manan sheel.

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