With the Never ending sound of the conch..
In competition will be the Fajr prayer launch;
Though out beating the noise will be the cock –a- doodle-do,
Somnambulist, I get up.. feeling disappointed but a fool !!
Fool because of failure to understand;
What I am missing with the infancy in my hand!
The day rises in lovely crimson colour;
The Sun Illuminates but remains like a flower!
The Smell from the left over twilight’s evaporating dew...
The petrichor in its sublime form experienced by few;
Slurping into the half filled ‘dawara’ with newly brewed coffee...
By the back water side is like life presented in the form of a trophy!!
:-) DKB
:-) DKB
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