Morning fragrance blessed with tea and the red roses growing in the garden;
The music plays like a soft kiss into the ears;
The rose dances and shines brightly to the soft and tender music;
Dollops of love and tender kiss is what I yearn for to make the morning fragrance memorable.
The cold weather and sun timidly appears as I enjoy the cuppa tea;
I read couplets from the bard’s Gitanjali,
‘The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs’;
The birds are chipping happily as if Rabindranath Tagore whispered something into their ears;
It’s a bright and fragrant morning;
I wish every morning will bring it’s own fragrance to shine and adorn my life with love, optimism and passion.