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A Cloudy Morning

Ravi Rajan is a software program director who writes on varied subjects from history, archaeology to leadership and writing techniques

Misty clouds engulfed the frozen ground.
Gentle rains trickled down a gnarled banyan tree.
Honeybees dozed within virgin rosebuds.
Glistening dewdrops snuggled beneath tiny leaflets.
Mother Nature slept blissfully, enthralled in opalescent fragrance,
as the weakened night resisted a reddish growling sun.

Suddenly, a shrill voice shattered the heavenly calm.
A colorful little bird began to sing in a melodious voice.
Its rustic notes charged the somnambulistic air,
creating vivid images of mythical lands,
brimming with milk and honey, blessed by gods.

Mighty kings ruled over these golden lands.
Beautiful damsels bathed in lotus-studded pools.
Colorful bustling markets overflowed with dazzling gems,
an aura of breathtaking splendor ruled supreme all around.

I got out of my warm bed.
Cold, bitter winds numbed my body.
Shooing away the damn bird, I closed the window,
driving the misty clouds far away.

The warm bed beckoned me snugly,
as I drifted back to sleep once again.
I am not a morning person.

© 2021 Ravi Rajan

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