# Subtle Handing Over

Poem By Mamta Agarwal

The day saunters in
And night slowly withdraws,
Nodding to the dawn…
Between covers, I yawn
And watch in awe.

Comments about # Subtle Handing Over

so sad now that we can't even welcome a new morning with happiness.... if this situation continues, what will be the future of mankind? 10+++++++

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