A NIGHT IN WINTER Dripping drops of diamond dews, Cold beads encompassing numerous hues, Swirl down peacock-green leaves, Get disappeared on the bed of sheaves. Dew drenched path bears fine imprints, Of scurrilous insects, in their nocturnal stints, Cool are the Moon, trees, and huts in the dark Coolest of all is the place, where I work. Sometimes, cool breeze brings weird tales, An eerie silence reigns over undulating vales, Hoots of owls, or ruffling of feather, Down into the spine send a shiver. The panoply of teeming stars move Overhead slowly, towards the dark grove, To get vanished behind a chain of high hills, Their images die on cold surface of rills, Across desolate barns, amidst stacks of hays, Witches, in black, move hunting for preys, The priest with candles and a silver platter, Mutter prayers sprinkling Holy-water. For the white beam, it won’t be late, To come out through Heaven’s gate; From afar, a mellifluous tune can be heard, For its beloved, it is the song of a bird. It’s time for the night to say bye, Remnants of obstinate stars to die, Earth is getting ready to welcome the dawn, To live the day, under warm blessing of the sun. @ Tiku
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 11:10:12 +0000
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