Peeping through the window glass
Calls me with a sweet smile
Wake up my dear darling
I'm crawling up the sky
Put on your shoes
Get ready
Tonnes of missions
Millions of commissions
Zillions of requirements
All needs to be attended well
As we lay the foundation of success.
A lovely and striking poem....picture also is cute....sun is always a dear son....great work...many stars************ thank you Varsha for your comment of appreciation on my poem A Recipe
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Nicely expressed. I remember the days I get ready and wear the shoes for my tasks. Missing those days of stepping out in the sunshine for our work. Thanks for sharing Varsha.