Alone at window
he watched the
outside dark
hiding the tired city.
The oscillating
party was high.
'Hey...! '
Startled, he turned...
No one was there.
What's it? Who's there'
Again he looked around
anxiously and
then suddenly
rushed out leaving
the gathering.
'Hey...'
It's still ringing
inside him softly
creating ticklish
ripples.
He loved it..
'Hey...! Now it was
there again and again.T
The maddening puzzle,
now part of him.
No, it's not absurd,
vehemently he thought.
He loved the
humming whisper.
Now, now he knew it
for sure, and decided
to keep the secret
away from himself...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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