Night NightA Poem by Satish VermaLike a vampire, night swoops down.
Like a vampire,
night swoops down. Temple bells ring. I am happy― not to invoke any god. Crickets share my muse. The tall minarets, stand erect in dark. Muezzin gives a call. My friends long dead, would come and talk ceaselessly. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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