Tales from the winter morning

Ten minutes to eight and I embark on the vessel- a ‘rickshaw’
Curled into a bundle with shivering jaw,
Cursing the world for making me suffer
On a cold winter morning- no chauffeur.

‘Layers of clothing keep you warm’-
Physics lessons from school are a real charm.
But the people on my way on the road
Makes me forget my grief and helps me goad.

The pranks the poor play on each other
Around the bonfire; almost a celebration;
Keeping oneself warm is fun, it seems-
How esoteric life is!

There is this roadside vegetable stall,
The seller who sleeps there wakes up in a shawl,
The glacial wind and the sound-
Still a sense of gratitude to God, profound.

The school-children that line up for the bus
Or others who tightly hold their mothers
From back, drawing warmth from them, in scooters
Not complaining about the morning class.

The not-so-poor have their health to take care,
Morning walks- facing the wind that’s raw and bare
Ha! For me, indeed, a dare!
All have their winter morning’s share.

All these people that wake up to see
The morning and the sun- what glee!
For your love for His creation,
I can feel- the Almighty bows down to thee!

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