"The surge of departing breeze,
blew through me this dawn,
my steps clumsy, walking drowsy,
while my city heaves its first yawn !!!

Wish to wake up to such a frame,
every dawn when i'm half sane,
with hazed vision and smoking,
strolling on my usual lane !!!

An ode to my city's dawn,
comes alive with soulful inking,
lying beside it my eyes reluctantly blinking,
so long! down to slumber i'm sinking!"