It’s a beautiful day.
Clouds sail to and fro
Across a sunlit sky.
An occasional light shower
Reminds me of spring,
At the crossroads where
Newborn monsoon meets late summer.
It’s a beautiful day ;
But, with you so far away,
I hardly enjoy it, heedless of
Whether it’s late June or mid-May.
The roads and the trees seem to drown
In the sky’s glistening tears
And the half-hearted sunlight.
It’s a beautiful day ;
Yet, I find no delight
In watching the birds fly home
Across the fading daylight.
I wait for your call, all day,
As I prepare myself
To hang onto every word you say.
It’s a beautiful day ;
But, it grows more beautiful still,
Whenever I imagine you smile
On hearing my delighted squeal.
Words can’t describe how I feel,
On this beautiful day,
When you are so far away.