Pretence Makes My Day
The nonpareil, on cloud nine part of my day is dawn!
Wake up from a dream, and behold! You are beside me!
Close my eyes again, feigning to sleep,
I imagine, you are going to kiss on my closed eyes to notify - it's morning.
Frisky birds chattering, a strip of sunlight peeping through the wooden blinds,
I, as mischievous as I am, pose not to hear you,
Pretend to fall back in deeper slumber just to have that kiss one more time!
Written on June 18, 2020
Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2020
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