Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi

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The Morning Song - Poem by Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi

At this hour of midnight,
Desires creep
On the temple of sanity,
The ever locked spirits break
The walls of brevity;
And rise my oppressed powers
From the age old bed of isolation,
Crushing down
On hell, my heaven;
Tonight, lies there no wall
Between the kingdoms of wrong and right,
And no morning,
After this midnight.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012



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