light rays of sun
as a golden colour
birds singing, sitting on the branches of trees
somewhat as whispering a secret thing
buds of flowers
at a position to bloom
the clear sky
very high birds flying in a row enjoying
as if they have won the world
cool breeze passing by
little people roaming here and there
some running and jogging
and me sleeping lazily
by the time a cup of tea comes
me, thinking about the plans of the day
radio at the left side
a huge screen of tv at the front
and some biscuits on the hands
after a while
everything ends
then
what a sad moment
many dreams are brought by the morning
but fulfillment is left behind
suddenly morning awakes me
but me, nothing has been done still
just morning shows a mirror
and goes
i will be always waiting morning show.........
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