Inspired by Sylvia Plath's poem 'The Morning Song'.


Gray Dawn



Our voices echo,
Our breaths whisper,
Our hearts are heavy, in a storm.

The raindrops fall in quick succession
The glass is glazed like sweating morn.

Dew drops on the flower petals
Like pearls gleam and are gone

Your touch upon my moist skin
Your tears upon my cheeks
Take my breath away in sorrow
That weighs heavy as a beast
Looming large in my breast
Escaping in sighs deep...

And I stand at the windowsill
Watch the graying dawn
Fresh flowers in the garden bloom
Roses wilt in my drawing room

And I await the rise of the day
With a heavy heart...

Melancholy stark
Mourns the death of dark...





Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Dated: 23.03.2009





Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-03-23 at 13:51

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Wow! It's good to read your poetry again Zoya. One or both of us have been busy to be at the bay much. It's probably me.

It's quite daunting to face a day when a 'heavy heart' rises to greet it. Moving piece.
2009-03-23