cares, wishes, vultures
From twilight finds the cricket its melodic tune.
Such beautiful tune chirps the cricket,
The night, a maestro,
As the day sleeps.
From dawn find humans their grotesque tune
Such Irksome tune, inhumane themselves call it,
The day, a witness,
A helpless one,
As the night bleeds of insomnia.
The night wish it would one day be a witness
To shine light to hearts of humans
The day not doing enough, a thought.
The day wish for a bleed of insomnia
To be a maestro who swaddles silence
The act of kindness, a payback.
As they all wish
The grotesque tune, plans
To swallow them all.