Pratikraman & Samayik

Every morning cock wakes up
And Elevate within me
A New day, new way, a new direction
Thanks, I used to say , to my dear sun
Every day sprouts, a new account of dream
While Waits for some entry to drop in
Change of color that hairs brings
Then,
A crow fly in and sits on the Gallery
That calls off
The Reminiscent of some dark advent
That, makes impatient,
reminds me those blank Accounts and hurry to fill in
before this book, expires evenly
Now every night
keeps, my balance sheet, ready
Case,While it doesn’t tally
keeps Pratikraman and Samayik
to get balance in

:Shadow of Light