Morning Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Morning



The morning that meant the most to me,
Was imbued with crashes of thunder,
And clashes tearing into my spirit.
And my spirits were always high? !

But this morning left a wake
Around my soul,
This morning, this morning
Please at least tell me
The meaning of today's dawn.

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