It's Not Fiction - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Disappeared through the fabric of curtains,
Worst dream of yesterday
And the sorrows I dug out from night's womb,
As the God of our galaxy enters this place.
Once I created a waterfall of emotions
On the corner of my room,
Now it acts like the clear mind of crystal,
Captures pictures of lights
And frames them on my walls of possibilities.
The name of this poem is Morning
And it taught me,
We don't need to close eyes for dreaming,
Instead an open heart would be perfect
To dissolve the shadows of dark
Into the white rays of today's happy-beats.
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