Morning Call - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun,
Sudden symphony of an awakened alarm,
Drag the slumber from corners of
The intoxicated eyes of a poet.
And place an intense whisper on the
Edges of his fortunate palms,
“Hold the pen now to brighten the day.”
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