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Bullet-like bursts forth her dawn
On sleep-starved heavy eyes, tired, torn,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.
Kids woken up with a warm kiss,
She hurries that naught is amiss,
Last bestirs hubby’s languid bone,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.
Bare in time she breasts her office,
When home, there awaits some crisis.
Forever hurry, worry-prone,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.
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Couplets |03.01.2024|dawn
Poet’s note: A woman’s working day never gets done and there comes the next day’s dawn. This poem was inspired by one by Yaminee Vyas in Gujarati.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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