Treasure Island

Bashyam Narayanan


To See A Day Better Than The Day Yester


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

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
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