It’s a new day, new morning
and I still hear people snoring
Woodpecker hammering, and sun raising
birds chirping and flowers blooming
all these tell us that A NEW DAY HAS BEGUN
with lots and lots to come.
we grow old each day
but not sure to wake up the next day
days pass too, do they grow old too?
we did one-day leaving things apart. Do days die too?
I question this each day I wake up
but disappoint myself as my questions are dumb
I was under my blanket with darkness all around
waiting for that glimpse of light to strike my wound
and as I removed my blanket, A ROOM FILLED WITH SUNRAYS, was what I found
the room filled with sorrow and pain
now showed me a clear vision of what to aim
I now don’t fear this darkness
because I know it would be overcome by the light that shone brightly
to teach the world, forget what happened
yesterday and just like the sun, it’s your time to shine today,
Because its A NEW DAY, NEW MORNING!
Nikita Baid
