One tiny ray of the boundless star,
peeped through the curtains, into my room,
I curled up beneath my blanket,
arching my spine to a bend.
The sparrow on the banyan tree,
had flown down to my sill,
it resounded a shrill call and looked in,
to find me rolling on my soft crib.
The heavy breeze of the morning tides,
rushed through my window,
to pat me to wake,
I covered my face with my arms.
My mom's prayer bells,
gonged with its metalic song,
thronging into my ears,
I used a pillow to cover them all.
As I was happy in sleep,
having surpassed all the calls,
my alarm screeched its gut out,
panicking me wide awake into the dawn.