The Warmness

Full moon perches the cloud at dawn Painting the ashy sky and beyond A soft breeze rolls the curtain slowly Converts the morning scene artfully I love to admire the dawn’s smiling From the warm bed in fresh morning But the daily work is waiting for me The alarm clock rings its boring duty Drag my legs out of the warmness The modest life besieged by distress Why Man has to look for food daily? Why Man can’t allow the hollow belly? The breeze sweeps the cloud away The alarm times me without delay This sequence seems to be infinitely Bed’s leaving is one of life’s enemies