Not only in the chilly winters, the season of warmity lasts throughout the 365 days, under the deep furs and quills in peace and solace with the thin sheet locking them.
The Day...It all begins with early morning school but...it's not over
Then follows shorter tuition hours,
The have to-do daily chores, its too late
Then the moonlight enters the windows
The bulb- like mind realises its time to do some homework
H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...
Then head raise up, its ten with sympathy says the clockwork...too fast
But then the day ends and I lay on the bed and there is a satisfaction that warms my heart...Well the day has ended and now it is giving me the gift of all the hardships...as I lay on the bed...solitude and completeness.
'Life isn't a bed of roses...but life does have the warmth of the bed...it's on you to work hardly so that you can enjoy that space...Sleep- its ending is a beginning...to new, bright, sunny prospects.'
It's worth it,
Visheshika Baheti
The Day...It all begins with early morning school but...it's not over
Then follows shorter tuition hours,
The have to-do daily chores, its too late
Then the moonlight enters the windows
The bulb- like mind realises its time to do some homework
H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...H.W...
Then head raise up, its ten with sympathy says the clockwork...too fast
But then the day ends and I lay on the bed and there is a satisfaction that warms my heart...Well the day has ended and now it is giving me the gift of all the hardships...as I lay on the bed...solitude and completeness.
'Life isn't a bed of roses...but life does have the warmth of the bed...it's on you to work hardly so that you can enjoy that space...Sleep- its ending is a beginning...to new, bright, sunny prospects.'
It's worth it,
Visheshika Baheti
