Seven Of This Morning Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

Seven of this morning
Seven of this morning
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There is no sun in the east and
the day is not bright as the day passed
With full of pains and tired ness, i raised.
There the clock on the wall has showed seven.

slight drizzles of the sky
makes me to get fear on my father’s health
His age of seventyeight and his asthma
Threatens me that day will be the last day of his life

There is a mighty blow of thunder in the north sky
makes an extreme fear and plucks his last breeth
My lovely Dad! has turned as a body in his bed
With an overwhelming grief,

I make arrangements to his last travel.
SakthiRavichandran an Indian English Poet