Reading my work, If it Lifts you for a while. It serves my purpose, If it leaves you with a Smile!
On a routine morning as I rise.
I think over the idea and realize —
It might be overrated to be all wise.
Because the world is a fool’s paradise.
I gaze at a flower - elegant and fine.
Though a fault I know, that it is not mine.
Colors — ushering hope and dreams.
Atmosphere of joy, everywhere it seems.