Beauty of Night
Silver ball roles in dark-deep-blue-mix sky,
Silhouettes of trees, as deer-antlers, lie;
An angel seems swiftly appear and pray,
Pink spreads like special effect of a play...!
Moon, like a princess, now swims in blue lake,
Escorted by stars; each looks like a snow-flake;
Does the angler fish torching moon-star paths,
Know that in lake-tubs they're having their baths...?
Is the wolf searching his companion lost?
Is he eyeing, a fawn to get exhaust?
That owl in thick spectacles seems to scan,
Night-scapes as though for them he has a plan...!
Hay-roof-huts look like Siberian cats,
Stooping in silence to catch brown field-rats?
Insomniac frogs croak feeling unease,
While chirping of crickets are yet to cease...!
Enchantments of night-scenes feelings evoke,
Not to express, silence, my mind does choke;
Words, yet, like streams betwixt Hyacinth fields,
Flood from my pen breaking orthodox shields...!
14 November 2022
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