The day light
told the next-in night:
it’s now your shift
you watch out
for some dirty plots
i heard this day in midst
right now i must leave
so, a constant vigil you keep!
The night said: why not!
you may leave!
and yawning deep it thought
‘what that happens
in day light bright,
won't happen here in night!
For people awake an' do all dirt
my time they only sleep and rest;
let me spread my blanket black
get covered an' go sleep, fast! ’
The day and night are a duo, they switch shift to and fro, like conjoint twins who can not let go! Well penned Kesav! High marks.
You have penned an interesting paradox here. Surely one would expect more crime to occur during the hours of the moon, and yet I've no doubt you have checked your facts and base this poem upon them. Irrespective, the poem works very well. It has a nice phlegmatic edge to it that appeals. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Vivid in the imagery, and subtle in the metaphors employed. A thought provoking write.
Wow! ! ! good fight between day and night.... both look strong...
An insightful write with a captivating title. The difference between day and night has been cleverly crafted. Wonderful thoughts to ponder about.
A very clever write. Anyone would jump to ideas with the title itself. So this is a stunner and describes well how your mind works to mislead the reader and plant something else to make the other look stupid after all. nicely written, thanks - arya
hey these is a sweet lullaby indeed.. lovely write again... yeah i wana cover my self in a blanket and sleep forever too.... some times i wish i can sleep forever.... with lots of love shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have weaved words in meaningful sentences..... very well written...