The Dawn Is Going To Break

The sun is yet to appear from The deep recess of the earth In the eastern horizon light is yet To emerge for the day to take birth The lone star in the west is yet To bid adieu the sleeping souls From roof of huts the cold hearth Is yet to send smoke in whorls The cool wind is yet to sing its Swan song as it flows over lands Sailors with their fishing nets are Going to gather at the river bends The wall of mist slowly collapses To the ground wetting the grass Village maidens are yet to gather At the pond to bath and wash Birds inside their nests are yet To wake up and shake their wings Inside the sheds cattle wag tails Waiting for the temple bell to ring