The day starts with joy immense
with the dawn fresh and reviving
the hope continues with a force
when the sun stands atop
over the head with a penetration
the feel, to overcome, is at the zenith
with the thrust to out beat with a force
the thought, to overwhelm, comes with a zest
but the wish is put to unpredictable test
with the sun’s descent towards the west
the spirit to win and perform fades slowly
as there comes an acceptance meek and mild
the eyes close and revel in deep slumber
with that the mind goes back to a penumbral joint
a daily happening with no foist or point.
Meenas Poems 