A Winter Morning

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Call of livelihood
Pushes me out
Breaking the lassitude
Of winter morning.

Way to work
Tied in traffic
Badly stuck
My time is running.

The missing Sun
Finds the mist
To put fetters on;
It’s all conforming!

Sluggishness all around
Slowly breaking free
Still strongly bound
It’s little late, winter morning!

15-Feb-2013

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