TWO PHASES
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(Fantasy)
When dawn serves caffeine warm
I offer notes of life
to souls reading death.
I offer notes of life
to souls reading death.
When noon serves carbonates chilled
I gather ice from canopies wild
teasing the stagnant breath.
I gather ice from canopies wild
teasing the stagnant breath.
(Reality)
When dusk comes saree clad
I stare sadly at my path to return
unlike some
whose life just seems to begin.
I stare sadly at my path to return
unlike some
whose life just seems to begin.
When night comes
I am just a fleshless feather
perched alone
unlike the lively skins.
I am just a fleshless feather
perched alone
unlike the lively skins.
I guess Daipayan must be a morning person, at least as indicated by the mood and tone of this poem.
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