Only The Morning Knows Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

The morning knows
how difficult it is-
to wander alone in a feverish light
when the rays, like hostages in heaven, live their plight
the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to wait for the birds to chirp coming out of their doors
when the black cloud at proximity violently roars

the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to wait for a greeting from the busy bees
when they like merry wives comb their golden wings

the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to wade through potholes
when they splash thigh-high at fragile slips

the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to walk out when the path is lone and lie like a python
when hungry and rheumy strays query her a zillion

the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to roam alone amidst rows of blotchy houses
when they often bemoan like some haunted castles

the morning knows
how difficult it is-
to nurse the panicked day that growls
when the callous Covid laughs at men who lie indoors


the morning only knows
how painful it is-
to find her dream Eden dishevelled with weeds
when no children reach and play beside the reeds
for the ghost of the gardener stalks there and feeds.

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