In The Morning Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

In The Morning
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Son:
Let me sleep now, mom
Cold outside, here warm.
Mom:
Look, the morning light
How quiet and bright.
Son:
Some more time, mom please
Let me feel soft breeze.
Mom:
It's a stupid rest.
Nothing will be the best.
Son:
Let me dream a dream
There will be no grim.
Mom:
Son, the morning passes
Enjoy its calm flashes.
Son:
Yes mom, doing that
But they moving fast.
Mom:
No no its your doubt
That's needed to rub out.
Son:
Mom please, trust me now
I want to know, but how?
Mom:
Wake up, wake up, my son
Look at the morning sun.
Son:
To me it's troublesome
Excuse me, o dear mom.
Mom:
How fresh you will feel!
Your sick mood will heal.
Son:
Ok mom I'm trying
See, my eyes are prying.
Mom:
Call up the poet's say:
"Morning shows the day".

5th January,2020.