The sun rose Istole from my bed
The dark skatted, like in life of many
The rays less then no hope;
Hope for a new day,
Day in term of Love, Life , Prosperity too
The scattering sun rays did cut,
Blackened sky.
The golden rays in love with spirits roaring in deep Earth,
The sky casted with, chirping, sweet wonderful notes of Heaven.
Breeze which blew from Heaven of Earth-The Himalayas
Quenched the thirsty Earth
I still lying on my bed
with the two options
The one to go back and sleep and to enjoy my hibernation.
And another for the day ahead,
To make each step raise higher than the other.

This poem was written/submitted by Atinder Singh, Rajpura..