The Hibernation:

the sorrow and the tears.......

It is the tears on the cheeks

that flow to the heart

and speaks of the long drawn enmity

and a corrupt activity:

 

It draws nigh the cool breeze of the night

to the paralised nose that is oblivious

to the smell of the rotten plot

and the wicked heart!

 

Sleep is the wand:

The Magic wand for healing pain,

The sweet Song of waxing rain.

 

Sorrow of the night is come,

let solace tread into the quilt....

Either as tears or truth

Let Love come and

Fill the Hibernation!