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It was dark outside when I woke up,

The Sun was hours away,

Through the window I was facing the darkness,

With a lone star blinking in the Milky Way.

 

I chose to close my eyes for some time more,

And saw the sun's rays coming in.

Through the interstices of the arching tree,

Glowing the fog within.

 

It touched the snowy dews lying on the grass bed,

Turning them into a carpet of weightless cloud.

Also, the lone dew drops dangling from the quivering leaves,

Into glittering pieces of diamonds.

 

I woke up later with the urge to pen,

Which I had not thought of since days seven.

The whys in my mind got its answer,

For the Sunray was late to come to my frosty life to make it warmer.

 

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Jay Jagdev | 6th January 2024

 


Saijyoti Pradhan
The smallest things warm the heart the most. You have justified here beautifully. This poem is so captivating and unique.

Nandini Mitra
Beautifully expressed. Loved reading through the lines.

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