#127 The Dawn...

When the birds

begin to chirp

and the sky is painted yellow

by the orange Sun,

as the milk vendor

takes his round

and the balcony is hit

by the paper bunch..

The street lights are

dimming away,

we get a lifeline

a new day..

There is sound of

an aeroplane

passing over us,

and the setting moon

fades away..

All this reminds me

a thing about the dawn,

it is surely telling us

to get up, dust off

and keep moving on..