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
