On A Purview Of A Misty Morning

On a purview of a misty morning  

I cast only the ugly hour, of the night  

It isn’t a faint recollection  

That I preside in those hours  

Of ugliness and quirkiness for  

I enjoin in the delight now, of  

The morn that preside on my  

Lovely room in its insides  

I reside in that light  

Buried in books and bold sights  

I write to forget  

I read to connect  

And I sometimes forget to view  

The insides from the purview

 By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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