This Is My Day.....
This Is My Day.....
Life seemingly to some
and to others I know,
becomes like a roll of a dice,
for each day;
depending on
which number
comes around,
that is the agenda of their day.
Our existence,
dreams,
hopes,
feelings,
frame of mind,
our despondency
should not be scaled;
to a number,
when rolled along
a Berber green carpet.
Aspirations,
happiness,
melancholy,
daily living though,
when rolled out
whether it be,
the number rolled
is high
or be it low,
I exclaim to world,
myself,
and all and sundry too,
“this is my day!
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