Poetry

Bask

Fresh and Orange,

Slept and came.

Twitching their eyes,

With a joyous Smile.

 

A Ray of Hope,

Fall on Humane,

Stands with Duties!

More with a goal.

 

Rise at Noon,

Like a burning Moon,

Make Man Sweat,

Falling asleep.

 

Tired and Red,

Dawn in the Evening!

Back to Nest,

In an oily Mood.

 

Held on a Day,

New with an Aim.

Fresh and Orange,

Slept And Came.

 

                                               ~ Soujannya Diwan

                                                Bangalore, India

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