Comments about Saurav Sudhir
I see the sun rise,
With closed eyes I’m awake,
The chirp of the early morn,
Music a cue for the curtain of light,
The last night breeze, bringing in a sliver of bright,
To face the coloured world before an end in the night.
The long stifled stretch, the lost dreamy gaze,
The rested blinking orb to the gentle early blaze.
Freshness in the air a welcome to the day