MY DAY
MY DAY -SAHIL K The window opens and the day breaks in, Ruffling hair, rubbing eyes, streaching hands and an occasional spin. The day has far more yet to offer But I’m sleepy, sleep is like an indespensible buffer. I have to perceive the inevitable rays of the sun, Yet the flummeries of the day have long begun. To nature, I give no thought, I just go abt my chores, The quirks go on as the day soars. The monotony of things strikes, so does the mundane word, It keeps twitching inside me like a swirl. As the day goes by, the more morose I get, Seeing the congenial expressions and ...