Midnight Blues Poem by Satish Verma

Midnight Blues



Like godfather,
moon was giving a
benevolent smile.

Picking at bedclothes.
Cannot sleep―
moon was too bright.

Stony creek.
I collect the pebbles―
of all colors.

The peacocks―
cried in rising crescendo.
Night was silent.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017
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