Midnight - Poem by Binod Bastola
One more midnight day, dangling.
Pendulum sound back and forth,
Fan on the ceiling rotating in the same speed in a clockwise,
Light in the room left no room for darkness to groom- -
Constant in count- - second by second, turning second into minute after seconds of sixty second.
Midnight dream; Sky full with stars,
Its a full Moon midnight night!
Many unanswer, questions- -
Treasure by this night of midnight,
Few dilemmas in all the directions,
I see them in dangling:
But, voice of mine is not yet trembling,
In this night of midnight.....
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