The Lay Man

Waking up like a bird And peek out the window Is a pleasure If you are an early riser Soaking in the golden ray Of a polished sun of The morning gives divine Feeling if you are a thinker Listening to whisper Of wind and imagine its Purity and direction of flow Giving it a name of a lass And walk by it to The stream to sleep on The bed of sands let you Think about flow of this life If you are a poet Returning home with The heart loaded with joy Taking a shower, making Breakfast and eating it Watching news on tv Wearing trousers, shirt And tie pressed hard to The office with lunch box Hanging from shoulder Make you a man of today A perfect layman happy Struggling in his daily life