My morning at the window.

My morning at the window.

When the first streak of sun rays
divulged my heart and removed the darkness
which was knawing the soft pulp
of my heart,
Realised ushering of a soft days.

My heart was blooming
like the petals of flowers
which was opening slowly
with the sunlight,streaming.

The window where I was standing,
and taking early sun bath
was the only entrance
for the virtuous rays, penetrating.

The solitary window removed
the vitiated darkness of my heart and room
which were at night eerie and slacked.