Starting Tickets

Truest glimpse of a fading dream,

Brillant under the morning's scheme.

So soldiers of routine sounds,

Opens in blinks as one more day counts.

Then alarms take a streak,

To smile at the sun meek.

Tiptoes find the tiny rooms,

Whispering in little tombs.

Waking up with soft yawns,

Rising from the bed like fawns.

Where the hurry begins,

And the chasing after thickens.

Launching yourself hard,

As fast as you can guard.

From exceeding the records of late,

With showing up with motions of bate.

These pretenses of early hours of hustle,

Drives each a funny win of tussle.

That is enough to get on the feet,

Awaiting the possibilities & treats.

Returning greetings so sweet,

Making haste & calming down for night as neat.