“Morn has come again”

Morn has come again,

With some known pictures of life,

Feelings in which, neither regret nor emptiness survive

Feel the spirit, of colours, they never hide.

Happiness is inkling at your door,

Time is to live broadly, and die proudly,

Are you still waiting for some more?

Feel the spirit in yourself, you’ll never get bore.

                                                                                     SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA