It’s not that anyone dreams of a lacklustre morning
Sometimes, dreams do not descend on earth so eagerly
They wait for time to be congenial and frequency of friendliness
Some mornings disappoint with the greyish tones
It’s not exactly melancholic for the heart to despair over it until noon
There’s no promise of Sun to appear even then, it’s the mood
Days do not lease much time for laziness either
The foibles of humanness cannot comprehend the universe
Unintentionally, it becomes ‘this world’ and ‘that world’
Such simplistic demarcations and vague duality is a gamble
Still, one does not learn to wrap darkness as neatly desired
Crumpled emotions and cynical moments helps focus
The value of light and dreams enhanced with truthful hope
Don’t blame the morning but protect the flames within
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Nicely written
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Thank you so much.
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Great words !! 👍
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Your words describe my yesterday morning perfectly and as I read, I found myself smiling, the sun did come out at noon, giving us yet another gift of light as darker days become a natural reality here in this part of the world. Thank you, Amitav!
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Poetry narrates from the universe. Those unheard voices resonate profoundly. This is the beauty of poetry. That the Sun chose to wait patiently and shine upon the beautiful soul is a cosmic gift.
I treasure your comments, Kim. Thank you so much, and keep smiling.
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Thank you so much, Amitav – what a lovely comment to behold!
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