Monologue

A New Day

As the Sun peeps through,

the sky a deep blue,

and orange streaks across the horizon.

The people ‘waken.

The sunshine streams through our  windows

on cue, the veil on our eyes are lifted

A soft breeze

A bird’s song

nudge my soul, to sing along

With my hair flying behind me,

I know,

much is gone.

But, its a new day for me.

There is much to hear,

there is much to see.

-Arpita Bajaj

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