The Dawn Misses The Goddess

She never wakes up with a pink aurora dawn, Birds practising a welcome song, waving brims The winds adding music playing on a blue guitar, Look now tired and slowly losing their whims. The dew on the soft and pink petals of roses Is drying silently, no other protest but the tears, Leaves are rubbing their palms in frustration Heart beats shooting up with the unseen fears, Still nobody is ready to believe, she'll not come Promises that are made to be broken in love Are killing the song, the music, and the flowers, Goddess of Peace will wake up, so says the dove, Sitting lonely on a green branch of an olive tree, Bidding farewell to another dawn missed by her The bird is confident if not today may be tomorrow She will smile after the Goddess is kissed by her, It will be an open show in a garden having no walls, Welcome song will be sung and music will be played Flowers' dance for awaken and striping human soul A bird's telecast, by satellites boosted and relayed!