With early morning blues,
I awaken in my bed,
this cold winter dawn,
my blanket wraps the dead; Me;

Arcane words on the clock,
I squint and try to read,
give up and switch it off,
well, I guess its time to feed; My hunger;

Malicious looking skies,
painted crimson hue,
crawl into my bedroom,
scarlet morning spew; The sunshine;

Grumpy but awake now,
sunshine in my face,
time to put my shoes on,
and go run this rat-race; Life;

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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