By Y. Deepika
As the sun slowly comes in sight,
To wake up or not, with myself I fight.
A dash of coffee in my mug,
Makes me pop out of my rug.
As the sky turns reddish orange in shade,
And the bright sun starts to fade,
I watch the birds fly to their nest,
After a long-toiled day finally to rest.
As the sun goes down,
I settle down in my night gown.
Sitting near the window of my living room,
Watching the little red rose that is yet to bloom.
As the moon and the stars twinkle in the sky,
Where no one can reach so high,
They light up my little bedroom floor,
With millions of dreams in my head I snore.
With a positive hope and thought in my mind,
I leave all the worries of the previous day behind,
And start my day with a whole lot of new things,
This is how for me a new day begins.
Y Deepika is a facilitator in Delhi Public School, Nacharam, Telangana. She a Doctoral in Life Sciences and teaches in a school. She loves to experiment and enjoys trying and learning new things.
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