MORNING SUN

The sun with open arms,
But far away from the sight.
Moaned by the rule of darkness,
Still bearing the snakey fight.

At this time in the dawn,
When I get up from my bed and yawn.

I love to see the beauty of nature,
By just standing in the balcony.
Which is just beside my bedroom,
Feeling glad by watching this , lonely.

The sparkle of street lights,
Unrelieved due to fruitful fight.
Enlightens my heart,
And my inner glory begins to start.

This is how those sweet street lights,
As if the fairies of the bulky night.
Touch the depth of my heart,
And the sleeping soul departs.

I’m not aware why?
I like standing alone there.
As at that time my happiness,
Lies nowhere but everywhere.

Then suddenly I see a small sweet boy,
Trickling on the path and feeling shy.
Rather shaken with the terror of loneliness and darkness,
Now walks confidently seeing his house’s spark-ness.

So now you see how, the beauty of night can turn you about,
With confidence and strength, on your failures, make you
shout.

The sun then arrives,
And the star thrives.
And brightness spread all over,
The rays reach me and give me a shower.

This gives me a feeling of freshness,
And now I can start my daily routine-ness.