When Morning Goes Sour Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
When Morning Goes Sour
Good morning her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.
It happens someday my mind goes messy
And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee
Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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