A new day started n d sun rose from horizon's palms
I woke up with an infant's smile,spreading across my arms.
Got up 4m bed,n the mirror reflected my smile,
A feel of pristine calmness occupied me that very while.
I picked up my coffee mug n stepped out to light,
A breeze of cool air passed on with a curious insight.
The look of d dew on the grass explained its plight ,
The worry that it wd soon succumb to the sun's might.
And i imagined the notion that if they had speech,
What would they convey or what might they preach?
Maybe a warm good morning or affection to each,
Or maybe to be our own self is what they wd teach.
I looked up and saw this lovely bird on the tree,
Expressing an unusual ecstacy and an uncanny spree.
It's like we spoke to each other without a single word,
And we both said something and a few things we heard.
Then i came in and got down with my mundane day,
Something i never cherished but never found another way.
Driven by compulsions of life, here i lay astray
Trying to paint life's canvas with no zest to potray.
But the thought of the dew and the breeze that flew,
The bird who always kept me waiting for something new.
These made me cherish the small rays of elation,
And taking me away 4m the moments that i should eschew.
These friends of mine expect nothing from me,
They dont want me to be someone i really can never be.
And this unusual bond connects us all in a knot,
Where we stay away from the pretentious worldly lot.
So each night when i go to bed,
I feel excited about the day to come,
Where we will all greet each other with a subtle warmth,
And a soothing smile as a token of welcome.
N the sun comes again emerging from horizon's palms,
And it always has a mate now to welcome it with open arms.
N my friends join me always to fly free this way,
And this little gesture every morning, makes my each day.
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