Poetry

That Early Morning

Prose Poem

Photo by Paul Blenkhorn on Unsplash

That early morning enters my consciousness time and again. I was feeling uneasy. There was a strange silence surrounding me even with people’s presence. Despite the gentle breeze being a gentle breeze, I feel it is a ball of fire raging toward me.

I am in meditation but not able to concentrate. I try to concentrate and continue to meditate. I try to…

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store