May Day
On a clear and bright Sunday
At the end of May
When the sky is so true
Like a beautiful painting in blue
The white fluffy clouds you rarely see
Forming shapes ethereal
The sun shines bright
Basking in its own limelight
Making the air more clear
The pollution seems to disappear
You can see your city more further than before
Its not yours improved eyesight
but thanks to the bright sunlight
The mind still remains clouded
With some worries its always surrounded
No matter how hard you try
Theres always something more to firefight
To do lists never grow smaller
Making money or saving it
Unending process u cant resist
To make the next day or week or month better
Little things that bring happiness get left behind
Enjoyed more in childhood than latter in life
We run after things we want to buy
Foolish we are and blind
Thinking it will make us happy
Only to realise
The rigmarole never ends just grows bigger
In time
Wish this bright and sunny day of May
Clears our clouded minds
Make us think What we really want in life
Enjoy little pleasures that bring a smile
Spread a little of our own sunshine ...
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