[ a fun write]
a shy sun daily
peeps in through my bay window
to kiss me good morn
white paste on the brush
swirls around to clean the pearls
a big smile appears
coffee with sugar
waiting there for me, along
the newspaper hot
a rush to the loo
along with paper in hand
only to read crap
stubbles in the face
a razor to weed it out
a fresh face appears
after a shower
a quick run on my break fast
on my heels to work
amidst crowded lane
i walk run not on my own
pushed to disappear
[thanks to carl harris and sandra martyres]
Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-begins-senryu/
