A day unfolds from the loving bosom of light;
Nascent at dawn; its innocent touch wafting gently, reaches the hearts of birds and hens which sing the morning song, cooing and quacking;
Cock a doodle do;
call for those who're still in trance of sleep, to wake up from the spell of night lullabies and sing along the morning hymns.
Saplings spring up gradually after a bout of pandiculation;
drawing nourishment from light,
they grow with the growing day.
Body of the day changes quickly, from nascent white to chirpy and bright.
By noon it wears the skin of crispy clear deep blue skies, and a hint of mischief painted in golden and yellow tint.
The watch ticks quickly;
plants and trees harness the light, mix it with chlorophyll,
animals run around trying to catch whatever they can to devour,
birds hop into gardens and trees, juggling for straw leaving behind nests and nestlings.
Everyone runs for food and there runs man for hunger.
No. 1 in the race, man still is going asunder, running after hunger.
Circumscribed by the blessings of a day, man is still going astray;
too focused to look around he is circling around the centre of unsatiable greed;
he runs in endless circles day after day; to his blessings he pays little heed.
The day watches keenly trying to comprehend the man, it changes its hues and colors to solicit attention of the hungry man,
The day relishes its growth, it transforms and transcends, afternoon till evening;
it experiences myriad emotions wrapped in various colors and patterns.
Demise of the day is now near, soon the day would have seen all its time.
Birds are back to singing,
animals; idly frolicking,
plants are swinging and dancing.
The man is busy making final touches, a little more here, a little more there;
his run is still ongoing.
The day wants to share a smile with the man; a few hearty laughs and a weeny bit of broad grins.
and there is man running again; this time back home to meet his kin.
The day is about to breathe its last, lingering only on the hope of meeting the man in his eye and saying atleast a goodbye.
Finally, they meet and greet,
the man breathes in the extinguishing light of the day.
A long awaited tryst finally makes it worthwhile.
The day gives way to night,
but leaves for the man a parting gift
of patches of light twinkling in the starlit sky,
so the man can soothe his tired soul by looking at the gleeful sight.
Tomorrow will be another day,
A new hope for a new tryst.