The daylight wiping the darkness,
The blooms everywhere,
Bringing out smiles,
Even from a hardened heart,
Bringing out the hidden instinct,
Breathing in the air,
A smell one can never get enough of,
Connecting to nature,
Bringing out new found feelings,
Taking to a new world,
The daylight turned to scorching heat,
Giving so less time,
Time which is never enough,
And I wait for the next dawn.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.