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The long, murky night
Acts as a blotting paper
To her overflowing sadness;
Makes her thirst
For the sight of dawn.
The buoyant, beautiful dawn
Acts as a healing ointment
Filling the void in her barren heart;
Makes her ready
For fighting the battles of the day.
Between the dawn and the night
Halcyon memories and pale conjectures
Perform an exuberant somersault;
Exposes her again
To the pangs and twinges of midnight.
marvelous ! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sachin :)
DeleteWell written Purba! Dawns are healing... indeed!
ReplyDeleteExactly! Thank you so much, Indrani :)
DeleteLovely lines Purba :) the pic is awesome too!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Archana :)
DeleteLovely work! :)
ReplyDeleteWe need healing for the later battles!
So true, Teny. Healing is essential to fight the daily battles. Thank you :)
DeleteMuch happens in a day - both in terms of work and on the emotional front. Love the poem. There are times when many of feel this way.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you, Saru. Some days just drain all our energy and leave us vulnerable for the night.
DeleteGlad you loved the poem :)
The emotional somersault is very real and so well depicted in your poem Purba ! And not to forget the beauty of your description ... Simply wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Kokila. Glad you liked it dear :)
DeleteBeautiful. Moving contrast between pangs of midnight and longing for dawn
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tomichan Sir :)
DeleteIt's a wonderful painting with words, Purba... :-) Loved the contrast....
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear. You made my day by calling the poem a painting of words :)
DeleteVery beautiful pictures and great poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
DeleteAwesome beautiful lines
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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