This early morning
When the scent of laziness spreads in his room
When he loves the songs of his neighbour boy
Resonating like the summer cuckoo`s cry for water
Mistaken for song by some

That early morning
When tea is warm and streets deserted
No cactus or sand,just dancing newspapers
To the tunes of sea breeze
Or Land Breeze?,He wonders
Among the dunes of regrets
He walked in haste more for his watch
More for his match,like once for math

These early mornings
Awake listening to morning prayers of the mosque
When tommorow is today,And yesterday is today
He is awake for this morning
But he wakes up for that morning

This early morning
No alarming songs,just the neighbour boy
That early morning
Snooze and alarms,for his watch,match
Like once for math
              -Kris