The morning poem

The morning holds a promise. A new beginning. A fresh start. The dew drops, the crisp breeze, the chirping orchestra play their part. It’s now your turn – Sip the coffee and savour the tart. Alka Sharma All rights reserved

My warmth before my sight

You look more beautiful each day. Even with this veil between us. I beam through the translucent distance. You finally take notice. ‘Hey there, love the halo!  – You say’ There goes my moment of glory. My warmth reaches you before my sight. (The moon trying to reach out to its love on earth) Alka…