Aniruddha Pathak Poet Sonnet

Here is my Bliss at Dawn

The dark of night when turns to day, 
When slowly stars begin to blur 
And birds, barely from sleep bestir, 
Older by day, greyer than grey,
Dreams when spill over my pillows 
And in so doing lose some flair… 
In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air, 
When I wallow in waking woes,
The sun when lights up at the dawn, 
My body bones when not so fit 
Whine having lost of youth a bit, 
And must wake still— me, languid bone,  
Here’s my bliss— when some bonus blinks 
I steal, dawn unto day when sinks. 
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Sonnet (Morning musings) | 02.01.2010|

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