DAWN

How do I select the best
Sunrise I have seen
Classify it in degrees
of pleasure given me ?
Or sing superlatives
new to every morn?

Enchanted I was, one dawn,
At the strips of orange
as coconut trunks and fronds
made him peep at me.

On another, I saw him plainly,
Over the city space
Another day to be,
up, alive and about.

Glowing and fresh he has been
after a twelve hour rest
hazy too sometimes
A night of sleep disturbed.

Perfect circle he is
a border well-defined
smudged face otherwise
fading into, behind.

To the critics-Not a perfect poem,
inconsistent syllables too,
But it is one from the heart
of a sun worshipper true.