5’o clock in morn, its blue and orange...

Sun still soft, I’m awake…quite strange!

Last night it rained, rained like heaven,

Exam fever on, I was shut in my den!

Today I break free, standing on the roof,

Floor still wet, feeling a li’l aloof...

It's 5’o clock in morn, not my time…

The sleepy queen vanished; a sudden urge to rhyme…

A water drop on bud, the leaves and petals shine

A cuckoo coos… a peaceful chime!

All round its green, still wet and fresh

Old and rugged, a beauty…none the less.

Droopy and clumsy, yet firm and strong

Dirty and crowded, the flowers, the old song.

A future-less place, a past-full castle,

I stand here today, far from the battle.

The past and the future…a song of pleasure and pain…

Every moment is cherished, none is in vain.

I don’t want to hold on, if bitterness is sure.

But I won’t let anyone kill this joy…so pure!

Not the human flesh, or touch of a smile,

It’s the broken brick, the endless sky…

The tiny blue-bird and the pigeons I feed

The clayey mud and the mango seed…

The magical fireflies…the greenery around,

The epitome of tenacity…beauty abound!