Arise Poem by Vaibhav Simha

Quell your slumber for ‘tis a morning sombre,
Consecrated by the advent of the pacific dawn,
Evermore so by lovely lyres of Aves heavenly:
Arise! For time shall trounce you as it shall this morn.

Nimble spirits, sweet druids' lyrics wake the Negroids;
In the deepest of the ravines, heard is this call
O' clarions blown by the sun: now your turn
To partake in this rise at dawn with all.

Pray that this daylight endow you no plight
And leave no bounty vacuous and depraved.
As the bitty bees and birds, trees and herds,
Grow and toil through day; see to a life be saved.

Lose your heart in these pure moments;
Dance with the zephyr, leaving all laments;
This morning shall ne'er return, so burn
Its image in your memory, be it sweet or savory.

Virid manes, I have spent myself delightfully in you;
Though unconditional are you, remain of you only a few.
In your vestibule, ebbs away all my sorrow and wear.
All morns, I swear, for as long my life, you are my lair