The Bad. The Ugly. The Good.

a poem by Nishu Mathur, India

I got up late
My walk was delayed
Couldn’t get a cab -
the driver canceled on me
I spilled some tea, burnt my toast
Dropped my fruit and bowl of oats
Got stuck in traffic - miles and miles
Somewhere, I lost my smile...

But then the sun rays fell on my toes
Warmed my nose and made it glow
I saw the towering rain trees
The leaves blowing in the breeze -
Midst a light drizzle on a bright morn
While the radio played some well loved songs
All days may not be good - as they say
But there’s something good in every day



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