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Friday, February 11, 2011


Wake up to a wishful morn

A sinful day to follow

Alas it’s a night again

But soon it will be dawn

Pull a jumper from the rack

I know it’s on the edges torn

But you shall need it

When the summer winds are gone

Just as the sun beckons to call

Morning air fills the den

A sip of coffee and all’s forgotten

Long lost seems the dawn

Work! Work! Work! Shouts the head

A devil seems to be born

The office walls usually so quiet

Now seem to take in no more

Parks are empty children gone

You wonder where it all passed

A sandpit, a swing, a life

For This was it forgone?

Keys rattle the door opens

See the four poster where you mourn

A night full of tears awaits

I see an angel beyond.

A tear blurs your eyes

Let it go beyond

Followed by another cry

Let it remain unborn!

-Appy H Purohit (03/02/2011)

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