Treasure Island

Aneesha Roy

(23rd September,1993 / Kolkata)

Morning Aubade


I opened my shuttered window wide,
Hoping to soak up the colours outside
But to my utter dismay, I realized
That nature was not willing to oblige
For the morning was weeping
And so was I.

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013

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One cold winter morning, I opened my bedroom window, discovering to my utter bewilderment, that my mood was being mirrored in the various objects of nature
outside my window.

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  • Susy Evelyne (11/2/2013 3:47:00 PM)

    The unusual and elegant title drew me in and I enjoyed this short, poignant poem. You made the best of a disappointing morning by writing about it. Good flow and rhythm. (Report) Reply

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