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!
