An Arduous Day Poem by Namratha Swamy

When I was a kid
The sky was full of stars
The moon was milky and perfectly round.
The sun was orange and always spread his warmth
and the sea was blue and the waves washed my feet

My days these days start with the sunrise, but I miss the orange sun's kiss on my cheeks
I yearn to feel the warmth of the sun
on my skin during the arduous day.

My nights starts early, my medicines says so.
I fall asleep as soon as I hit the bed
forgetting to count the stars in the twilight sky.

The sun, the dew drops, the orange blush...
The sea, its roar, its waves, its hues...
The night, its stars, the ever changing moon...
All these have become a luxury today.

I secretly wish they are all the same as I had seen them years ago!