It’s a new world

Out of the confined corporate world,

The air seems so fresh as I walk on the terrace,

I hear birds chirping, cuckoo singing,

As the golden ball in the sky rises up.

It is divine to feel the cool breeze,

Breath the fresh air that is so clean,

With no smoke, I see green around me,

And a quiet neighbourhood with no fuss.

Most of the folks are still in bed,

As they are not in a hurry to catch a train,

Or have a quick breakfast with no nutrition,

I see a calm, noise free environment.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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