Seshat Nibada

Dawn Without The Sometimes Furious Swarming Of Coins - Poem by Seshat Nibada

Dawn arrives in magnificent loneliness
Without hassles or questions

Only a lovely waiting -
That grasps essentials

Effortlessly, with pillars of the sun
Milky drafted anguish for

The beacon of tomorrow
Dawn in my City devours

Abandoned children, in the streets
Those who go out early

Know in their bones, each day’s value
Dawn arrives with light buried

Beneath our cheeks, under
A rootless science of hope

That we use to stagger through all suffering
Dawn arrives with a shipwreck of blood

Though we expected only monotony
The world is changing, my dears.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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