The Setting Sun, Our Master Poem by Ujjal Mandal
The Setting Sun, Our Master
The setting sun says me:
'Tomorrow I'll rise again;
I am going to have such a sleep
That lets me always keep awake'.
O, let's dip in the true West
To rise up in the motherly East.
Thursday, March 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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