The morning kiss

I toss and turn in the bed all night

Unaware…that I have been missing you the whole time

Now that I am awake

But unwilling to open my eyes

Waiting for the morning kiss from you

Only to realise

That there is no more of you

Still

I am unwilling to open my eyes

Waiting for the morning kiss

If not from you

Then from someone new

 

 

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History

While I toss and turn

The pages of my history book

Reading about the glories of the war and the great warriors

I wonder

Why mother always asks us to maintain peace 

I fail to understand

How would I make history by being peaceful

Hero

He died once

In a battle

And he is proclaimed a hero

I die

Every single day

And I am proclaimed a coward

Freedom

You promised to hold my hand 

But I didn’t knew 

That it was a promise 

To hold my freedom too

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