Sometimes day starts with rays gloomy,
Melodious birds can’t suppress melancholy..
Even coffee taste bitter,
Greetings feel tough to utter..
Somehow moving sun tries to convince,
Treats me like a royal prince..
Lunch sounds somewhat better,
Time is a big sorrow cutter..
Somewhere beyond the mountains,
Sun sets behind dark curtains..
Miraculously all the worries ends,
Sometimes, as the day ends…
©® Sana Mahin..