It is sunday and cold; Now 6 am!
I part my curtain just the same.
The frosted glass with dews on it,
The touch! Ahh chill! Blissful treat.
The first gush of wind peeps in,
like a curious child still dreamin'.
The road is now lonely still,
not a treading soul - a vacant feel.
Once the sun shows its face,
thru' designs of the curtain lace.
The dew drops would vanish soon,
into the realms of silvery noon.
As nature has its own sway,
so it is the design of the day.
In morn it was void and bore,
now alive with buzz and roar.
Again the 'lively' now no more,
as waves silently hit the shore.
Its sunday eve; Now 6 pm,
I close my curtain just the same.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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