Night Call Poem by fadillai dapilaa

Night Call

Rating: 5.0


Voice of piercing heart
Of eastern lovely call
Sound of dieing soul
Through the mist of a warful glade
Bivouac still me there
The gun stole my refulgent beauty
Gone is her sound
Heard is her call
Just in the night.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rini Shibu 26 September 2017

Call of the dying soul, call of love which is no more heard..beautiful

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 September 2017

It is beautiful poem on love having haunting expression and nice diction. Thanks for sharing.

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