A day begins
With a bowl of hope
We start with idea/s
We get up and move in and out
The midday meal is nibbled at with worries
Of Sundown
Lest the bowl should be empty at the time the Sun says good bye
Donning in its vermilion glow
The hollow cheeks and bones
Would be filled again with rays of hope and marrow
It is not far -
It is only tomorrow!
10.01.2021
@anilprasad
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