(A short poem,and a simpler one,fired at audience who don’t like it my other way!!)
I yearn for a morning
When it lits before dawn
Flowers smile even
When pricked by their own thorn
Is it that morning nearing now
My heart beats,veins tearing now!!
Then this sun won’t look shabby
And sky will look darker blue
Zephyr will touch that inner soul
And the horizon will have brighter hue
Won’t birds feel like making noise…
And sing it in their lovely voice!!