Night ends miserably
She wakes to her friend's face
"How could she be gone?"
"What were her last thoughts?"
"She must have been scared"
She didn't have the strength
To muster yesterday's rage
The bleakness of yellow
Spins through the day
Buzzing like a bee
A hypnotic buzz
Hanging like a blackness
"How could this be,
Isn't yellow a bright colour?"
Chores are done
Work is done
Somehow the day is done
She awaits sleep
Fatigue would translate
Quickly to sleep, wont it?
But the buzz returns
It then occurs to her
"The colour of pyres is yellow."
-
Chandni Girija
April 28, 2021
She wakes to her friend's face
"How could she be gone?"
"What were her last thoughts?"
"She must have been scared"
She didn't have the strength
To muster yesterday's rage
The bleakness of yellow
Spins through the day
Buzzing like a bee
A hypnotic buzz
Hanging like a blackness
"How could this be,
Isn't yellow a bright colour?"
Chores are done
Work is done
Somehow the day is done
She awaits sleep
Fatigue would translate
Quickly to sleep, wont it?
But the buzz returns
It then occurs to her
"The colour of pyres is yellow."
-
Chandni Girija
April 28, 2021
Day 28 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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