Antidote. Poem by sisirachandra vaduge

Antidote.

My deep sleep en-doped with dews of dawn
Disturbed by cold finger tips
To endorse my body temperature
By that little thermometer

While alarming another day's routine;
They make me to see and hear the crying pains of ordinary men,
he struggle of the in-ward crew
Experiencing the axiom of ' metempsycosism '

Clad in white robe,
Their pretty smiles, active moments and pacifying words;
Enthusiastic aspirations
To heal the awakining world..

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