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The Dawn


The quadrille #25 challenge piqued my interest with its word limit of 44 words to write a poem on 'dawn'. So I penned this. I hope to read your feedback on the same as I really enjoyed writing it. 

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Constant cacophony of  callous cuckoos cloud the horizons of my consciousness ,
I seek the shimmering rays of the sun 
to build me the moral compass to navigate the gnarly waters of life. 
Strangely enough
 the darkness beneath my eyes dawned the light within me


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  1. Ah....when the light returns, will we waste it or make use of it? Each morning we have another chance to get it right.

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  2. Would that everyone had a moral compass! This old world would be in a lot less trouble!

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  3. This is really wonderful....especially its closing line!!

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  4. Samyuktha, would you please email me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca ? I have a question for you. Smiles.

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  5. Beautiful work.Captures the moments of heart so well. The 'Moral Compass' intrigues me.

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  6. Beautiful work.Captures the moments of heart so well. The 'Moral Compass' intrigues me.

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  7. I like your take on this. Despite witnessing all what's happening around,strangely dawn doesn't get the credit it deserves. Its always about sunrise and a new day and often the dawn who stood by you till you survived to the next day is forgotten!

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  8. It sounds smooth and elegant! Especially the last line! Great!

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  9. Nice post, things explained in details. Thank You.

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