Tuesday, 24 June 2014


Cooing cuckoo calls
It’s dawn indeed for all
No more sleep now
See thro’ the window
How nice it’s … !
With the golden locks
And red-hued spots
Is’t a magic carpet?
Oh, ye march in the sky
When breeze makes Her way
The whiff of past in air
Uf! No more sleep now
Ye ‘re a furnace
To singe our hearts
Brain can’t move fast
Body cries feeling thy wrath
Why ye spit flames so hot?
When Prometheus is not here
To champion a cause
No more sleep now
When will ye hear us?

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