Dear poem readers

Mornings are when

 the sun climbs up to the sky

Motivation of birds that are ready to fly.

High mountains, peeking sun

All the imaginations could be done

If poems are the mornings

Then readers are blankets of the Golden rays

Lights are when

Everything being filled with colours

Meeting of colourful flowers, in clusters

From height of The Horizon infinitely free

 to depth of the huge sea

If poems are the paintings on Canvas

Then readers are the blending of different bright colours

Nights are when

The beautiful moon sweeps of the dark

Overwhelmed playing with stars

Talkative moon as even walks

 with a lonesome traveler

Not so easy to read 

the counselling of nature's Councillor

If poems are the sound of peaceful night

Then readers are the best Dreamers of all time

Prayers are

The phrases to which god listen

Thankful to them for their lovely creation

Music is pleasant melodious sound

Gracious Lord could be found

If poems are phrases of prayers

Then readers are the worships

If poems are the melodious music

Then readers are their melody

Photographs are

The suitcase carrying memories

Mystery Hunter solves riddles of every mysteries

Magics are The Sparkles of smile

Happiness of Mind with rain's droplets as fragile

If poems are the photographs

Then readers are the family album

If poems are magic

Then readers are the magical spells!!!