Waking up like a bird
And peek out the window
Is a pleasure
If you are an early riser
Soaking in the golden ray
Of a polished sun of
The morning gives divine
Feeling if you are a thinker
Listening to whisper
Of wind and imagine its
Purity and direction of flow
Giving it a name of a lass
And walk by it to
The stream to sleep on
The bed of sands let you
Think about flow of this life
If you are a poet
Returning home with
The heart loaded with joy
Taking a shower, making
Breakfast and eating it
Watching news on tv
Wearing trousers, shirt
And tie pressed hard to
The office with lunch box
Hanging from shoulder
Make you a man of today
A perfect layman happy
Struggling in his daily life
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