A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTA Poem by shashank sinhaSleeping birds, sleeping trees and myself at night cold breeze blowing slowly, simmering down tired souls The trees shine gold in vapour light And so the grass, holding cold water in their arms. Watching all this amidst edifice, I rejoice in ecstasy marveled by the night deep © 2012 shashank sinha |
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Added on January 22, 2012 Last Updated on January 22, 2012 Authorshashank sinhaPatratu, Jharkhand, IndiaAboutA frustrated soul looking for solace through writing more..Writing
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