The Night and Nightingale
That night was errand and the darkness was so much deep
Keeping quite I walked down the woods where the noise
was certainly asleep.
The dark might turn Black a coat of a white sleepy sheep
Climbing slowly into my ears was a sound coming from those huge trunky trees.
Might be “The Dark Beauty ” was yet to asleep
Kind be her charming voice which was pumping life in that
deadly night so creep.
The voice could be compared to the gifts from god’s loving
soul
Further I moved and what I encountered was my endless journey
more.
Her pleasing songs hold me to stay there as forever as I could
Like the real peace of a winter night as being enjoyed by
those standing woods.
Mingling all the happenings somewhere I came upon a
conclusion
That nothing in this world could be compared to The Voice Of
Her Seclusion.
In a sudden my watch’s alarm was awake
As if it was reminding about my pending works before my
footprints would fade.
The other nights I never heard her voice again
But still love the game where the Nature wins but I fail.
Written
by : Ashish Dutt
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