Sunday, July 12


Sleeping birds, sleeping trees and myself at night

cold breeze blowing slowly,

simmering down tired souls

The trees shine gold in vapour light

And so the grasses,

holding cold water in their arms.

Watching all this amidst edifice,

I rejoice in ecstasy

marvelled by the night deep

wondering when would I sleep!!

1 comment:

  1. My dear friend...your creativity is peerless. I'm not that much qualified so that I can appreciate your creativity but from a layman point of view I can say.........

    keep spreading your 'light'
    in every beautiful night!


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