To see a day better
Than the day yester
Is the desire with which
We all get up
This hope and longing
Gives the dawn
A colourful brilliance
And the day kicks off
As day advances
We come to realise
That it is only
Yet another day
As you retire and sleep
You refresh your dream
To see a new bright day
This cycle goes on and on
Till the day you sleep that long
With no more day
Ahead for you
You, however, depart
With the same desire
Finding a new flesh
To be borne somewhere
And to get up once again with
The same longing
To see a day better
Than the day yester
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