A bicker with Morning : A story poem

Posted byJashaswini MishraPosted inPoetryTags:, , 
Morning peeped in
through my window
and offered
a cup of hazy sunshine,
admixed with li'l droplets
of dense grainy mist,
and a sweet aroma
of crispy dewy leaves.
Trying to give it
a warm hug,
I spread my arms wide.
But alas!
I was greeted
by hot and pitiless sunrays.
And I was yet again deceived
by the notoriously romantic
wee hours.

~©Jashaswini_Mishra

Published by Jashaswini Mishra

Proud Indian🇮🇳.Dentist by profession and a poet, sketch artist and singer by passion.

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