Lonely Day Poem by Imrose Afrine

The morning wakes in quiet, soft and bright,
A tranquil space where I can be alone.
No voices rise, no footsteps break the peace.

My mind keeps talking, spinning restless thoughts,
A steady stream that never seems to end.
I watch the world—how busy people are,
Their hurried lives unfolding day by day.

Instead, I turn to where my saplings stand,
So full of life, so green and untroubled.
Could I escape and lose myself in them?

But then my thoughts disperse, reality calls—
No time to loiter, chores await again.