I wake up with a blushing Dawn;
Apollo’s lover in the morn;
The morning sky is painted red;
As she lies recoiled in bed.
Oh, how she flees the brazen light!
She melts away without a fight!
She streaks the sky in glowing pink:
The early riser’s pleasure drink;
She dresses in the sheerest voile,
While keeping passions on the boil.
And her daughters Day and Night,
Follow her with much delight;
Most earthly crimes happen when
The daughters are busy mooching men;
Dost thy daughters have no shame,
That they sully thy good name?
And thus I see her every day,
Like watching Nature’s grandest play.
And sometimes when I’m fast asleep,
She nips my pillow with a sweep!
14th May 2009
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Subroto Chatterjee
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