Run Of Days Poem by Madhu Mangal Biswas

Run Of Days



Some mornings, I wake up Upon this pathatic palace, Ushering the day is mine, Some are odd days smooth as the leaves of vine. Some clings; refurbishing old dusts, and season summed up in doubt, But no days more enthralling, When the misty morn-air says, LETS FIGHT IT OUT!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 30 September 2012

speak it out or fight it out! These are the options, when we have the clouds of yesterdays doubts!

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