A Blissful Day poem

When, with a glimpse of delight,
in the morning light,
you wake up, all in peace;
when no dizzy nerve can make you lazy —
there begins a blissful day!

When you attempt a curious peep,
in a mood, immaculate and deep,
along the bedside window panes —
you’re prized a bucolic horizon ahead
that lets weary thoughts shrink away!

When, in a tuneful pace,
without a feverish race,
all at once you pick up your pen —
with an enlivened will to write your life,
you foresee a blissful day!

But, when you gather (that) your ‘bliss’
isn’t in the morning dish,
you face, in rue, the earth —
as if you meant a better world,
with a verdict to those gainsay!

And your emotions squeeze,
within your search for a day of bliss;
when you feel not ‘life’ is bliss…
'The bliss’ has slipped in a well, perhaps —
deep and dark, deprived of a ray!

And that blissful day,
has its twist in your way —
you live it, not knowing what it is;
spanning every pulse of heart… It’s there, silent,
but not when your ‘Soul’ ceases to say!