The Tears Of The Morning

By Abhinav Mohan

He unfurls his wings, and the dawn blossoms. His smile is Grace, his eyes twinkling stars. His wisdom infinite, his might limitless.

He is perfection itself, the beloved Morningstar.

He watches the mortal realm, and the maiden he loves. She loves all, and all bask in her light.

Kings may fall, the rivers may dry

The mountains crumble, and time will cry. Yet her smile will remain, as his soul remembers. His tears fall, and the mortals rejoice in the rain.

By Abhinav Mohan