{"id":2358,"date":"2020-06-04T03:28:15","date_gmt":"2020-06-04T03:28:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/?p=2358"},"modified":"2020-06-04T03:28:25","modified_gmt":"2020-06-04T03:28:25","slug":"dawn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/2020\/06\/04\/dawn\/","title":{"rendered":"DAWN"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> < 1<\/span> minute<\/span><\/span>\n

Each day as we wake up to life and its chores , we need one force that drives us into following the tedious routine we had carried out the previous day . This force though derived from something as small as our favourite alarm tune, \u00a0has immense power to keep us at work the entire day and more .\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Gradually this source of energy becomes the centre of our activities \u00a0and motivates us to keep pursuing them . This poem is am account of a meadow that I have seen each day of my school life and how it has taught me to see the the same old life in new perspective each day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every morn on my mechanical steed,
I pass through a lush green mead,\u00a0<\/em>
where a herd of dappled cows –<\/em>
graze soporifically<\/em>
under the heavy boughs –<\/em>
of peepal and banyan .<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


And here and there a squirrel plays;<\/em>
about a jutted peepal root,<\/em>
and seldom an entire dray;<\/em>
circles round the budded grove .<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the motley coloured buds<\/em>
untouched by the dust and soot<\/em>
awake from their misty sleep<\/em>
and uncurl into flowers beau.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By and by a group -of varied coloured plumes;<\/em>
lend their voice to their words<\/em>
and let the words fall into tune.<\/em>
whilst the infant ball of gas-shows up from the cottony dunes<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This- the entire view\u00a0<\/em>
gives me hope and strength renewed\u00a0<\/em>
and makes my mind linger on<\/em>
to be party to the resplendent dawn…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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