Awake in the morning, a chilled morning; 
Cold breeze sneaking through the window, 
Things looked gloomy and not pleasing, 
A little bird at the window fluttering and chirping,
                
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Many many thanks............Dinesh Ji................I am humbled....................
It is a sad poem on the assumed proportions of the clumsiness of a morning. But it is very nice to see that you have a high degree of rendering style and it is a beautiful poem indeed Deepakji.
Painted with the ink of creativity.