My Dawn

Give me a few moments at dawn
To soak in the powder pale skies
To feel the soft winds torn
From the wings of the bird which flies
To stand with my elbows at rest
On the dusty black balcony grill
To have the power to resist
The desire to grab a few winks still
To feel one with the soft flutter
Of the leaves of the newborn tree
To be able to hear the mutter
Of the pigeon setting its wings free
To count the windows in the tall towers
Which have  yellow light streaming out
To feel the softness of the dew showers
On the petals of colours I can't make out
Give me a few minutes at dawn
To sip a tepid cup of tea
Away from the work ridden world forlorn
Oh ! Please make me feel free.