The Day Poem by Durai Muhil

The sun rose on that morning,
Red hot like my heart,
With flaming embers of love,
The cries of birds shaking off,
Their sleepy cloaks,
On my ears shrill and loud,
It's gonna be one of those days,
Lovely with the sunshine playing,
On the blades of grass,
Waving a bye to the northbound wind,
Suddenly tapping on our doors,
Creaking the hinges loud,
And the monster of a night,
Moving stealthily covering,
Those ill fated happenings,
The birds out of their nests,
Waving a bye to their nearest,
To perform the day's chores,
The sun plying on their sweaty backs,
With the little ones humming in their ears,
They meet again at midday noisily,
At that place to share their pleasantry,
Resting from a hot touch of his rays,
Turning a tired back they return,
Willingly to their spouse,
Wearing a sullen look,
It is the twilight again,
The noisy have found their home again,
To tuck their little ones under their warm hearts,
That thief is again stealing into every walk of life,
Covering everyone with his shroud,
And the whole world faints under his charm,

It is again morning,
The sun rises again to perceive,
A hasty bye from the retreating warlord.