Kausik Ananda Bahubalindra writes and shoots

DAWN

This is the time -

The delusive darkness driven away

By the reddish glow in the east,

As if the veil removed from a shy face

By the mild wind. 

Or

The sky dyed with its blood

After an evil power is destroyed.

Peeps the light the birds await for long

And like a free flow of water

They restart to sing in cheer,

With no fear under the cover of  leaves.

This is the time - very holy,

Grows a will to feel the almighty

And to live in a new way,

Just as the trees look fresh green

By the touch of spring

                       And such a love as pleasant as the reddish east sky

Be spread into the veins of rude world.

This is the  hour -

For both the sun to rise

And the bud to bloom into flower.

Be the breeze of polluted earth filled

By the  rise and scent of goodwill latent in mind.

This is the time -

To take oath like a flower

To serve the cause of other,

Such a life is the sun of dawn

Revealing the beauty of humanity.

This is the time -

As if the messenger of peace,

                       Everywhere calm atmosphere.

Be lakhs of dawn showered on restless earth.

With the advance of day,

Its increase in noise and complexity

And steps in the darkness in guise of

A black mask, to frighten.

Be morning, noon, afternoon, evening, night -

                        All mingled into an endless dawn.
This is the time - the night dream
Erased from the memory 
Just as thousands of night stars
Vanished from the sky.
But must be the dream at dawn
To restore the beautiful world for future generations.
Needless to say, always wakeful the dream
At dawn comes true one day.