Morning light fresh off bright.
Songs of love sung by warblers;
embedding day filled with shine.
Glorious fern enrich in luxuriance of redolence;
there,comes the noise of stir;
through the joy of harm cramp.

The prospects began to tone deep inside the contentment of glee;
consciousness enclosed to budge down;
where a shout of crack commence to weep.

Forlorn begins to put an end on a texture of peace;
blinking thought compose to rise,
Thundering of crowd leads to choice;
all in all essence scratches the subtitles of interior peace.
But the individuality always leap to make a brawny presence of life.

-Mubeena