Evenings are for regret
Loathsome feelings emerge
From something vile bubbling beneath
The tired aching earth
Evenings are to forget
The million smiles given freely
Bazillion hugs taken
From that selfish innocent
Evenings make me lament
Another day lost to little jobs
That pay nothing, not even satisfaction
At a job well done, for it's got to be done again
Mornings are my friends
I wake up to her laughter
It washes over me
Rids me of the filthy remnants
Of last evening's slovenly regret
(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)