Sunday Poem: Morning Is Night LiteratureFiction & Poetry By Manisha Mishra On Jul 24, 2022 Share If only the night was morning And the morning was night Would silence exchange Its exasperating breath With the constant din? Would the clock ticking away Wait for everyone To hear its footsteps? The mind is body The body is mind Kapila or Devadutta? The eternal despair Of a fading night The senses alert To a deep acknowledgement Of a day gone Another to come Waiting in anticipation Every silent night Draws me into its embrace Lulls me to unfathomable dreams Of distances and spaces apart I stand alone. Share FacebookTwitterGoogle+ReddItWhatsAppPinterestEmail
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