Morning Raga

Sun is free from the shackle of the night,
Birds are chirping and chanting in the wild

Breeze frolicking like careless damsel,
Leaves are dancing with the boughs that bind

Red rose is whispering to the little butterfly,
Surrounded by thorns, shying like bride

Cacophony of the voices breaking the silence,
Vibrant ‘Life’ is returning from the hide

A beggar has started his struggle for food,
Carrying the bowl, guided by the child

Passionate souls would resume their journey,
With spark in the eyes, spring in the stride

Blessed children are waiting for the school bus,
Poor would be left working on the road side

‘Light of the day’ would ignite the hopes,
Hope of success, resurgence and pride

Not very far from the glamour of the city,
Many would mourn the day of the grind

Search for the livelihood hangs like a sword,
‘Loss of dignity’, is a peril they fight

Islands of pain disappear in the night,
Wounds get open when the Sun unbinds

They pray to God, when the Sun rises to the top,
Protect pride or let the darkness reign the light