Treasure Island

Neela Nath

In This Middle Hour Of Night

In this middle hour of night,
It seems I'm well now,
As a cloudless sky...
My drawing room is filled,
With friends, we are laughing,
Talking, sharing jokes...
I'm very fine, in this middle
Part of night, the waking
Ghost, the talking skull,
Besmirched once is now
An age old rubbish of bean-bag...
We threw it in the garbage,
As the gutter's dirt.....
No, no devil's past slang!
We are now, praying for our soul...
At the end, we will have ambrosia.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 08, 2012
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  • Kasia Fedyk (8/7/2012 2:33:00 PM)

    As always you soul just writes this incredible poems of Divine spark that is always there especially in the dark. I am so filled with joy! thank you Nila, love you. (Report) Reply

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