It’s 5a.m. of The Dawn

by Rupradha Mookerjee

Her eyes moist,
Her lips dried,
The whole night
She had cried.

Her face lifeless,
Her mouth shut,
The vein of her hand
She has cut.

Her arm bleeding,
Her body lying,
It’s as numb as ice,
Yes, she is dying.

Her love lost,
Her dreams gone,
Her memories fading
It’s 5a.m. of the dawn.

12-Jul-2010

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you Devi Ji!!

rupradhamookerjee
29-Jul-2011 11:50 AM

That is the time of Dawn when you acquire what you wish for
well drilled thoughts
Devi nangrani

devinangrani
29-Jul-2011 10:40 AM

Thanks Ramesh!!

rupradhamookerjee
12-Apr-2011 22:26 PM

Very Touching Poem.Expertly composed as well.

rameshsvce
08-Dec-2010 07:05 AM