This really early morning
Knocks a messenger at the door
Portent of good or evil, but,
Having two envelopes for sure!

Envelope named hope,
Painting blue sky for the day
Bleaching the deadly past,
For vivid evening spray

Wrapped over evil
Are the dreads of yesterday,
Blackened morning, dark shaded evening
Hitting back to hay

All just remained yet,
Is which colour we choose
Messenger knocks everyday
Hasn't he talked to you?

- Awasthiji