When the Dawn Arrive Late

Where the dawn comes late, there the life halts
When the virgin rays miss the time, growth goes topsy-turvy
Unless the swan makes its strolls, lakes go lackluster
Till Her foot prints bless the threshold, my mind lacks purpose
Unless my beloved breathes, the air goes mute
Unless the environs resonate with her talk, nature goes subdued
Unless Her smiles oscillate around, the ambiance goes harsh
Till I speak to her, my monologue never stops
Let the Almighty shower His mercy
Let my beloved appear forthwith
Let the environs get its life back
Let my soul find its abode.