Counting And Correcting Poem by Indira Renganathan
Counting And Correcting
Umpteen mistakes
Every day at its end has
Why do we pray
First in the morning
Every day
Moon goes on
Leave for a day
Every night keeps awake
Musing on its day's
Behaviour
Moon's back to grow
Fully full bright
Every day alike
Freshly renewed
What do we pray for
First in the morning
Every day
Hope is waxed only by
Counting and correcting
Every day
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