A Good Morning

A good morning in a gloomy season, starts as -

The sun breaks through the dark clouds,

Only to find a tiny window on the wall,

The wall you sleep beside motionless all night,

To beat the cold of it.

The sun breaks through the dark clouds

Just to kiss you on the forehead

To remind you of the bliss,

The bliss you felt as a child when mother kissed you.

The sun breaks through the dense clouds,

only to form a blanket over you

To reassure with the warmth,

The warmth you experienced when mother hugged you.

The breeze fights to enter the little window in the wall,

Just so it can carry the scent of Jasmine in the garden.

To stir you up with the energy,

The energy you experienced when you rode the first slide.

The breeze fights to enter the little window in the wall,

Solely to carry the sound of the temple bell,

To vibrate you with the faith,

The faith you had when father said "I'll always be there for you".

A morning may or may not start like this

It is not in your hands my friend,

But my friend what is - "How the night ends".