Morning Wake Ups

It’s ‘healthy and wise’ as said,

a big task, leaving the bed.

When the glittering sun ,smiles bright.

Closes tight, sticks the eyes.

Five more minutes, I think I should.

Far it takes, spoils my mood.

Hurriedly, the snooze button of the clock,

I press, to be fresh, in shock.

How could Five minutes be an hour?

Compute my sleeping hours so far.

Insufficient time if I slept,

morning grogginess interprets.

Sleep inertia ,goes the brain.

Morning wake up goes in vain.

I remember the childhood days,

when mornings began with the prayers.

Early wake ups were meant for fun,

In the empty fields , grandpa made us run.

But now, I count my hours of sleep,

until the duration is made to complete.

I grok the perk of sighting the dawn,

still unable to wake up, the frailty I own.

The fault lies in me,

strong bendiness towards sleep .

How do I wake up early?

Since ‘Five’ in the morning ,

my beep goes shouting,

to rise and shine,

experience the nature Devine.

Slothful lady I own

has to be thrown,

out of the soul,

to espy the morning glow.