THE DAY-dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath-9-5-2014
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At last the Day is dawn;
All others are gone.
As cool as crimsoning;
Dewing, warming soon.
Nothing new for the butterfly;
For the mountain spring; but why,
The Why, measuring sky-high;
Querying me like a police guy.
The Day the pinning reminiscent;
The last,final,still incessant;
For me alone, but for the star sun
As the one, since the day not known.
Winging the cloud to the peek;
What does it seek?
Sure, to rain and to be the sea;
How the Day,
My judgement be?
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9-5-2014
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