The pleasant morning

 'The Pleasant Morning'

Repeating over the sad songs, 

Drowning all through the day, 

She awaited for a ray of hope 

To show herself a way. 

Escaping into those fictions, 

As often she would do ,

She found a source of inspiration 

To start fresh and new. 

Early in the morning, 

In the hour of serene, 

Through an earthen cup, 

She took a sip of caffeine. 

That was a pleasant morning, 

Quite beautiful, bright and sunny. 

Unable to express it to others, 

She decided to pen down her agony. 

With a determination to bring back life to life, 

She had a talk with the sun. 

That morn didn't change everything 

But surely initiated one. 

                                              - Vaishali Gautam