Midnight Blues

Midnight Blues

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Like godfather, moon was giving a

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Like godfather,
moon was giving a
benevolent smile.

Picking at bedclothes.
Cannot sleep-
moon was too bright.

Stony creek.
I collect the pebbles-
of all colors.

The peacocks-
cried in rising crescendo.
Night was silent.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on December 27, 2019
Last Updated on December 27, 2019
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