Every morning, i wake up arranging jigsaw of my shattered-self.
With care and lot of struggle i reconstructed to replace all parts to Theirright place
I reconstruct them protecting against hostile forces.
Everyday, i convinced myself that by evening it would be strong.
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Where's my 'man' to return me to my original mosaic? To whome alone i might make sense... Is it the only illusion i am left with? Everynight i sleep burying unsolved riddles with hope of 'New Day! ' wonderful and well written the routine of day and night and whats intersting is your wish for repeat of time...to see how things go and come.. how the day turns to night and how the night leads to mornings light...really sweet and meaningful piece of poem... liked it..10/10
'Standing firmly, outliving all evils' and 'recomposing myself'' are concepts that are typical aspects of our search for our better selves. Each day is a fresh opportunity to be great for goodness sake. Carpe Diem-seize the day! A good poem.