A figure in the morning


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A figure emerges out of
The morning foggy atmosphere,
In complete silence and tranquility
Looking a bit jaded and weary.


She had tired eyes
And aching hands
Because of the days’ labour
She has performed for her dream.


The smile looks plastered,
As if assuring her companion
To fear not the laws of nature,
There are always ways to circumvent it.


One cannot but notice
The old necklace back in its place
Embracing the emerging cleavage line,
Saying, I am now at peace with life.


Dark circles around the eyes
With coloured aching fingers
Make her feet move faster
As if she has spotted her final target.


The man walking beside her
Tries to catch up with her pace;
Slowing her pace, a bit, accommodating
One thing, she can’t ever let go.



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Rishi Raj

With Harry Potter introducing him to the world of brilliant books, Rishi Raj is one of the most avid readers you will come across. He is the person who looks for the best even in the worst; and, that is perhaps the reason why the books, which will definitely put you to sleep, seem interesting to Rishi! And, his vast reading ability gives him the skill required to pen down his thoughts lucidly.


  • I must say the poem is great. You have created a beautiful image of that lucky woman who would be by your side. 🙂


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    • Thanks, Shreya.
      Appreciate your view on it.
      And, I must say that you have got the meaning of poem partly correct. Actually, I have an image of a lucky woman in my mind, and this poem was intended to woo her back. I hope that she understands me once again and comes back to me. So yup, fingers crossed.


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