dawn fast approaches
water splashed on sleepy eyes
standing tall on hurriedly unrolled mats
and the day’s first call of prayer
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
dawn fast approaches
water splashed on sleepy eyes
standing tall on hurriedly unrolled mats
and the day’s first call of prayer
The Power of Story
poetry and some more
write, right?
Cogito, ergo sum
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Don’t you find it wonderful that the first call to prayer is almost immediately followed by the prayerful song of infinite birds?
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Absolutely wonderful :)
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I love how you’ve written this!
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Happy to hear that, thank you! It was a shorter version of The Day Breaks http://wp.me/p2qvHS-3o
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this almost haiku-like poem on a day’s beginning.
All good wishes,
robert
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When I saw the prompt “first call” my mind immediately thought of this.
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Nice poem on first prayer of the day,I like it, Sonya.
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Pleased that you liked it Ranu.
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