Winter Dawn

A beautiful poem I came upon this morn…

Plasma

Dark and grim,

the emptiness in the early sound,

the winter morning fogged in

through window.

The sober intense light,

lit but not reaching the proximity,

I stand staring at it.

My body reacting to the wind,

blew and came, less or heavy.

Silent sound of chirps,

filling in the empty sounds of

morning vehicles and

breath of mine.

I am soaked in the lit darkness,

filling utterly the entire room

and reminding me; nostalgia

of all mornings,

sad or beautiful.

I don’t know.

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Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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