Dreams Of My Morning! Poem by priya govindh

Hand in hand with each other!
We were walking along the busy road
Chuckling and giggling all through the way
Jumping and flying in those subway steps
Happily we were sauntering....,
As if our partitions have come to a cease!
As if our sorrows were dissipated in the crowds..
As if our life of Interrogation has come to Exclamation! ! !
Fresh was my dreams that early morning..
When the sun's first flush of morning beamed my bed.
I woke up with an unusual verve
which was lost and now found
In that dreams of my Morning!