How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift
Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one
Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed
Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels
It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn
And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice
Life can be expensive in the cities and indifferent
Probably, the narrative can only be like a stiff prose
Without the grace and real aroma of nature’s feel
Enthusiasm around the banalities continue till sunset
~Amitav
Love your first two lines… So deep thoughts in them.. That’s so true with real life as well.. Such an inspiring and encouraging poem. You should consider publishing your book!
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Thank you so much, Bushra. Poetry encompasses the event of life so philosophically. That’s the beauty of composing and reading them.
I am glad you liked this, Will surely think of getting my work published.
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Awesome…🌻🌺🌇
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Thank you, Sadia
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You’re most welcome Amitav.. 😊
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