Looking Through My Window Laid At Bedtime
In this beautiful nutting-time,
When tired I have laid to bed,
Looking through my window,
Across the seven skies--
Angels and heaven,
And glimpses of my God.
These barking dogs to the forest side,
Perhaps the watchdogs of gujjars;
This gentle full moon
Shining over the nearby dark dense forest,
And the soul soothing view of the clear calm starry sky,
Take me to the merry days,
I had lived with that kind young country girl:
Bears would come into the maize crops
And the poor farmers watching on tall towers would cry
Haw! Haw! Haa! Hoo!
And whistle and beat the tin;
And the street dogs barked in fear,
And it all would go almost whole night.
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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