Every morning, brings the first rays into my room
Filling it, with a kinda question mark
Another day – a'PTO' continuation of yesterday? ?
Or a brand new chapter in my book?
Wondering whether it’s just being run like a tape record, A side and then B side!
& sometimes, the player is stuck at the same point, not willing to drag further!
But then some little 'kind' thing comes to rescue and gives you the pleasurable seconds when you can play your own song and dance along
However, it lasts only for a few seconds but lasts for years together!
Lasts to give pleasure and remain as a treasure throughout, so that even when the tape is stuck it doesn't matter much
Some say- coz it does not matter much now!
But the truth is different,
They are always somewhere waiting for the same 'kind' thing to return, which made them forget-
How long it has been since the tape is stuck! !
& then the morning comes…….
NITIKA SHARMA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-morning-comes-again/
