Morning Poem by Meetika Srivastava

Morning brought new fresh twenty-and-four hours of life!
Why regret the day gone by? They are but yester hours of life.
Shadow fears the sunshine, fill with peace and love these never returning hours of life.
Thank O Lord for gifting me fresh breathes; until in peace me rest.
To wake me up the sun has risen, birds are chirping for me to listen.
O restless soul give wings to your thoughts; Let them, fly! fly! don't rest.