When the first rays of the sun strike
Nature beams awake from slumber unlike
One inconsistent creature of its Creation.
Numb from poisons of the night’s past
The early morning tenderness of my bed can never be surpassed.
Intruded, but, by one cunning mistress of my dreams.
Tugging with the buzzing of the heating boiler
My hope-bringer, my life-giver, my enabler
Breaks the lock of intimacy with my languor.
First sip like the breath of air to the oxygen deprived
Sip again for the enthusiasm to greet the day which has arrived
And the sound of every other sip marks more vitality revived.
This solemn ritual marks the first step of the day
And carries one forth at least halfway.
Pilgrim of Cognition 