If only the night was morning
And the morning was night
Would silence exchange
Its exasperating breath
With the constant din?
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Wait for everyone
To hear its footsteps?
Sunday Poem: Morning Is Night
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.