The soft breeze touches my face,
And amidst this reign of silence,
An invisible beauty dares to sing.
It’s an odd time for any song,

Since the clock still shows it’s five,
But even I’m not doing it right,
By trying to take a nap.
Hearing such a divine melody echo

I want to know who sings so well,
That even the gods in heaven praise,
I am still trying to follow the sound,
It seems like a wild goose chase.

I smile as I spot the musician,
All dressed in feathers and a black hue,
Of course, it is our dear koel,
Delivering the message of the morning arrival!

This poem is dedicated to morning madness :)

                       Much love
                        @razeiv