The Morning Walk
– Kamlesh Tripathi
Morning walk is like a retreat in heaven,
As refreshing as the juice of lemon,
As if rising from the seas of all the seven,
It starts upon daybreak,
And lasts till the last drop of frost on the blade.
It prepares me for the day,
And detaches me from the wearies of my yesterday,
It sinews my vision,
And orchestrates my system,
To fire the spark of momentum,
That leapfrogs me … to meritorious action.
When I see the sun rising,
The birds twittering,
The animals stretching,
Insects dancing,
And human beings jogging.
It beguiles me to act,
Warrants me to react,
To take on the mighty world each day,
Where, I stand as a dwarf.
And while walking every morning,
I plan my day,
Introspect … my bygone ways,
Where I rekindle my aspirations,
That executes … my ambitions.
And as I walk around the meadows,
The sun rises,
And with that my hope sizes,
Is when the refreshing breeze,
Huddles me around,
Only to tell me,
I‘m not alone in the surrounds.
To bring about my morning walk,
The earth rotates,
The galaxy integrates,
The sun shows up,
The horizon makes a start,
Where the cool breeze comes as an acrobat.
For everyone has a part to play,
Where the rising Sun brings about the day,
The mystic breeze and the freshness come to stay,
And the workout becomes the energy for the day.
One day when I missed my morning walk,
I felt,
I missed my rhythm,
Lost my day,
Waylaid my health,
And scattered my hurray!
Since then I have shown up each day,
It doesn‘t matter summer, winter or rain,
As morning walk is the first act of my day.
