Every morning, brings the first rays into my room <br />Filling it, with a kinda question mark <br />Another day – a'PTO' continuation of yesterday? ? <br />Or a brand new chapter in my book? <br />Wondering whether it’s just being run like a tape record, A side and then B side! <br />& sometimes, the player is stuck at the same point, not willing to drag further! <br />But then some little 'kind' thing comes to rescue and gives you the pleasurable seconds when you can play your own song and dance along <br />However, it lasts only for a few seconds but lasts for years together! <br />Lasts to give pleasure and remain as a treasure throughout, so that even when the tape is stuck it doesn't matter much <br />Some say- coz it does not matter much now! <br />But the truth is different, <br />They are always somewhere waiting for the same 'kind' thing to return, which made them forget- <br /> How long it has been since the tape is stuck! ! <br /> & then the morning comes…….<br /><br />NITIKA SHARMA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-morning-comes-again/
