Waking Poem by Biajy Mohanty
Waking
Waking up is always difficult.
It means leaving the
Comfort of the dark
Blanket.
The blanket so completely
Dark that it shows all the
Colours it has absorbed
Like a Newtonian colour wheel
Moving in reverse.
But waking up is necessary
For the blanket is not
Big enough to stretch
Over your days.
Sometimes,
A tangled end tears away
And clings to you
As you go about your chores.
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