Cajoled, cuddled, caressed!

The green belt,

plush with,

plants and bushes,

has the Sun,

with its morning rays,

creeping in,

not surreptitiously,

but dauntingly,

tickling the lazy darkness,

slouching there for all night,

into a kind of—Good Morning.

How nice to feel,

enlightenment,

in a wild-wilderness,

howsoever orderly!

How nice to be,

woken up,

cajoled, cuddled, caressed!

Rajbir Deswal Nov 20,2010