Morning and Night
It is morning in my room.
Sunlight slowly spreads.
Through blinds to far corner.
It is silent.
It is still.
Not a bird nearby.
But the light glows.
And freshness lingers in sight.

A minute later -- morning is gone.
Overhead shines a bulb,
A single bulb on a broken lamp.
Higher up are stains,
Stains of spiders once alive.
Shadows long and narrow,
Like rows of uneven fence,
Cast the ceiling too.
A pale grey marking. . .

Soon,
Without warning,
Night will set claim.

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Written By Nishanthi Siva!
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