It sleeps in the morning's bosom
A turmeric secret
The dead rat has been dried
By yesterday's sun
Today it has turned to a papad
The hungry dog sniffs at it hopefully
The morning joggers balk
The school traffic begins to assemble
Night is now a small dot
On this street
The morning clutches
The front end of its sari
And tucks it in the waist
The morning is such a boisterous lady
She sweeps away the remaining specks
Of the howling night
The weakly protesting night
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Chandni Girija
Day 28 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global/National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
A beautiful poem, bringing alive the mundane moments with brilliant imageries. I love these lines: the morning clutches/ the front end of its sari/ and tucks it in the waist
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DeleteYour morning is a glorious warrior. Love the way you see her. So full of purpose and that sari-- love it. 'Night is now a small dot.' Wow!
ReplyDeleteGlad that you enjoyed this! The sari has the ability to turn the equation. Your DP looks like the 80s Bollywood poster of the leading actress :)
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