The wild music grew softer
As the silvery beams of the moon
Tenderly slid through the bars
A soft touch, the floor gleaned
The window opened a little wider
As the trailing breeze
Rushed in to merge
With snowy streaks of moonlight
I lay awake watching the breeze
Now here, now there…and
Mingling delightfully … across the room
A murmuring mosquito winged joyfully
Now up, now down
Until driven by the flurry breeze…
The dancing beams slid out too
Wrapped up on the exotic breeze
The ruffled sheet churned,
Under my weight
The moon yet not fully awake
Stealthily closed in
Upon my droopy eyelids
Restoring my aching hopes
~ Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
A very soft & simple poem Ms Diwaker. The slow pace picturesque description of the moon, moonlight, trailing breeze & the mosquito is very effective . A beautiful poem.
It’s a beautiful description of approaching night. Your word picture is such that I can visualise what you are saying through the poem. It’s an excellent piece of writing, Ms Diwakar.
thank you Manju Naik for your valuable comments and appreciation of the poem God’s glory lies in beautiful aspects of nature and its meaning, which you have understood so vividly
thank you ASB for your very precise comments and your appreciation of the word picture as you beautifully describe it… the poem is short and simple but conveys a lot of meaning as you have justly understood
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