Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

At dusk in a little cosy room,
Curtains shuddered to make some tunes;
Cool breeze squandered around me,
As it was the only fragrance I used;

On the rooftop made of metallic sheets,
Rain pattered in melancholic rhythm;
Melodious notes of chirping birds,
Made me see partially from beside the cushion;

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;

That whistle of milkman who was selling milk carts,
And then those sips of hot tea while sitting on a couch;
My favourite RJ to host cheerfully to that morning Radio show,
And then those recipes I discovered partially raw;

It’s was just a night I dreamt so long,
On my bed messed up with my spectacle and some notes;
Ring-wrong my alarm clock rung,
Back in reality I got sunk;

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