After a deep sleep, with a sigh

I faced the world.

The startling sounds of glee.

Of them, only a few could I see.

My lovely days arose with

Their  prattling voices.

They seek out food in a hurry.

The usual sounds of cry.

I entailed to be portend.

The lonely times of boredom.

A concern of compassion

Often times in the offing threatened me.

The oneness that ties our feelings

For one be real.

I realized to appreciate

The language of love.

I was reluctant of humanity.

Was that an exceptional day for me?

Navaneetha.G

23/5/2012