When the night breaks into a dawn
I wake up with a wry wriggling yawn.
Like the internet's lethargy for speed,
The snail of my mind,shudders to lead.
Fresh morning is a fiction for the fussy,
Who make their day and night messy.
Even sleeping pills are estranged wives
For those, who refuse to live their lives.
Greet the dawn as if it is a new born kid;
Wake up to rule the day as you never did.
Each night is nothing but the diurnal rear,
As each day dawns to make the night dear.
Ageing is a compendium of days and nights,
Adapt the nights for awesome dawning sights.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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