Morning

Nov 25, 2022

1 min read

By Samyasathi Mukherjee

Morning, who talks to me,

is quite shy,

with a cool freshness

in its face.

The poem it

makes me listen is

full of hope

and grace.

being obedient to listen,

I offer it all by bodily possession

and it provides me with

a lovely meditation.

By Samyasathi Mukherjee

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