They say each night has a morning
And a morning that belongs to every night
But if i try and join tomorrow’s night
With yesterday’s morning.
Can they yield a story untold?
Or a song unsung?
Or may be a poem…
Unconceived?
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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.