Morning Time

Get up left bed 

And wash your face, 

See towards East, 

The sun rises. 

At the joint of hills, 

The half raised fire ball, 

Oh! What a nice sight 

Really admirable. 

Fountain coming from mountain 

Sings its song, 

Palm trees stand on the 

Earth with strong 

Folk of crows 

And horns fly, 

Sand and grass 

Are not of dry. 

Crows and cuckoos 

Call to the sleeps, 

Rise up, look smiling 

On the morning's leaps. 

Cold wind smoothly 

Touches us all, 

Falling of water from fog 

Like rain fall. 

The farmers go to field 

With their bullock pair, 

Row of women with their pots 

Of water looks fair. 

Children play with dust 

In smooth sunray, 

Sages in cottage makes 

Their holy pray. 

Blooming of lotus 

Looks very fine, 

Real peace is this 

Morning time.