On Waking Up Poem by Karan Kamath

On Waking Up



My heart is filled with lost desire;
Dragon's breath, swindled of fire.

I feel a calling coming strange;
An antidote to seething rage.

I know of musings worth of pence;
Chaos vanquished, tends to sense.

And then i wake to wisdom grown;
Seeds of knowledge, subtly sown.

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