Poem by Jagdish Prakash
THOUGHTS FOR THIS SUNDAY MORNING
Zero hour
The morning is here
Freezing cold
Frigid yet bold
Running in warm blood
Rising in flood
In a sleeping river of
Thoughts like wayward waves
Pulsating in patterns of
Wayward intentions, dreams
Rising and falling
Over grey vapours of silence
Travelling far away
From the cup of tea
To distant land of
hopes and happiness
Sing a song, my friend
Smile and wait for the sun
To rise high
In the deep blue sky !
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 