The day with a cordial beginning,
Remind me still what was mind carrying;
The unpleasant happiness and penury facing.
Tough but inferred to be possessed for nurture happiness,
The clock was at 2 for the plenary inquisitiveness,
Her mobile torn with the message, and it started;
A discordance in reply, made him faded.
Oops! Now nothing left astern;
Elegance in a dream of a cistern.
Those few hours when it starts,
Blessed to GOD if it never ends…..
And all happens.
Poem: Those Few Hours
