Son Poem by Debasish Datta
Son
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Gran, I had taken my morning to your evening
Pa, Ma, I met your evenings with my day
Suddenly, now, it is evening for me
The light has turned kind of weak and soft
Suddenly, it is evening.
I met other evenings with my morning and my day
but I do not know how to take my evening
to your morning
Where are you playing, my son
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: surprise
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