cares, wishes, vultures
From twilight finds the cricket its melodic tune.
Such beautiful tune chirps the cricket,
The night, a maestro,
A lullaby,
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.
Brilliant. The way to go bro.
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thanks mate!!!
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Nice of you to follow my blog Meenas Poems.
You are a talented writer. Your poem expresses your skill.
All the best.
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thanks. it means a lot
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There is some beautiful imagery here. Very well done! It is very inspiring.
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Thanks
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Keep up with the good work. Love it bro
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