Tennis

It brings back memories. There was a time when I used to wake up at dawn and go to play tennis. I was living near the hills at that time. Needless to say, there was something magical about those mornings. They were exquisite. The hills, the mist, the river, the birds... It all came to me as a simple poem which I called "And Ode to Dawn". It was one of my first poems. Perhaps one of my only ones which I can recite from memory.

I might put it up here sometime.