Poetry Untimely.

The Untimely Call

A disturbance.

The morning calls so often

makes me jittery

with eyes half open

get up hastily

stretch  the hands lazily

pick up with a reluctance

speak with no indulgence

whoever it might be

having lost the glee

the sleep early in the morning

and a wake up with a yawning

keeps me in cheer the whole day

lost now by this untimely call.

untimeliness in any way

provokes a fury all call

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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