- Morning - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
- Morning -
Morning
Cuppa
And
Cigarette
In hand
Health
And
Death
Go
Hand
In hand
(wrote this after seeing one of my neighbours standing in his balcony, inhaling the fresh morning air, sipping his hot tea and smoking his daily cigar)
Cigarette in hand brings the death in life and morning goes away followed by sunset. Truly expressed.
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4/16/2024 6:47:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you, Pintu for your kind review. Some bug is there in the PH publishing software and that's why the format of my poem has gone awry in the last line. It has also happened with some of my other poems on PH.