अड़ सुम Daybreak

Day break. The yellowing-yawning sun doth now
Emblazen a jigsaw horizon.
Color feasts of yellow-orange bedizen (dressup)
the once nigrescent/purple sky.

Birds languish in a warm toasy breeze
amidst undulating greenery chirping
their loving ado.

A fat frog primps and cleans
His bug-eyes with his
Wet-winding slimy tongue.

Someones and no ones will ever
Be after one's name,
Nothings and somethings will
Never be in the game.

Perched on a polite park bench
With out a serious care
O, tantalizing life.
Someone in a war-trench
under fire isn't thinking
about military rank.

O, enigmatic life bestead
my some times reticent tread
when I pontoon down the
River Styx.

An instinct to trust
Tends and can go bust,
An instinct to reject
Mayhap a time to reflect
I always want to trust
and always hope for
a love to confect.

The evers will and do say
their nothings
The sames will cherish their
ever present somethings
Anon, one hopes to avoid
all prickly little stings.

Help, caresses, love and fame
Never nothing to be to their name,
Ever something to be their wailing
Claim,
Sometimes ideals erode effortlessly
in the short-lived winds of fame.