The biting morning cold 

And yet a fresh air, with the smell of calmness

It is a good day, so was yesterday, tension-less

in the bask of blooming marigold

Driven 

of a mind and heart so certain

Clear as the unpolluted sky 

and the de-congested road

This is my path, designated

Where I do not to bump into the darkness

or take the motion of a dodgem