Morning (An Untitled Poem/Poetry)

The canvas of that winter’s late dawn–the dawn that welcomes the early morning, When the birds are little tired after its session of morning chore, When insomniac, might and often, leave sigh and said another night passed, When another few of the city woke up, the joggers and walkers and chaiwallah,  Was colored with the hue of…… Continue reading Morning (An Untitled Poem/Poetry)


  We laugh, We smile. Our eyes get fill with water at their every action. The stress or mundane or whatever the condition Our mind is in, they drain them out in a moment. Whose tears they’re hiding? Whose seriousness they’re hiding? Their or us?   Daily Prompt: Seriousness