Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.
The morning sun shines through the window,
Making the face beam and glow.
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.
My feelings take a turn, towards
The lofty and divine,
As I escape the barricade of my bed,
The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.
The sun has injected into me a Potion,
Which makes me want to drive into motion.
The golden globe warms the earth,
Returns the gaiety and the mirth.
Writer is a poet and has written a book titled H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.