The sun rises from the east beautifying the coast of the shore, However good mornings aren't good anymore. The day used to begin not by emergence of the rays of the sun, The alarm clock buzz used to wake them up for the routine run, Slept tightly mayhap for the dreams to be dreamt longer, For every zeal to stand and fight for the survival to walk stronger. Even the window view of the mundane house used to be fun, Chirping sounds of the birds with the school going little girls, The aroma of the neighbour's drizzling omlettes temptation, None of the egg fell on transportation, indeed a perfection!
