Monday, August 31, 2015

Daipayan Nair writes


When dawn serves caffeine warm
I offer notes of life
to souls reading death.

When noon serves carbonates chilled
I gather ice from canopies wild
teasing the stagnant breath.


When dusk comes saree clad
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.

1 comment:

  1. I guess Daipayan must be a morning person, at least as indicated by the mood and tone of this poem.


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