Lovely and happy is mornings,
Some start flight in cry
To bring some for young.

Fresh and smooth is us,
Vanishing mist in thin breeze,
Making way for brightness and happiness.

Though late and slow are we,
But ready in a Brachistochrone
Starting unpleasant routine.

Hustling and bustling are things,
Scorcher the day becomes
Weather though unhealthy.

Who, makes mornings unhappy
Filled with dirt, ego and heartless.
None other than we supremos.

O, creator arrest thy heat,
Forgive supremos, mistakes
Done unknowingly, It happens!