Nights like this are
Lonesome and Long
Wish you were here
To sing me a song.
A song of love,
A song of pain,
The winter sunshine
And the summer rain.
Some smiles to cherish,
Some tears to weep,
Memories together
For us to keep.
A gentle lullaby...
Drifting us to sleep.
We all live in moments. But how well we live in it is the root of the matter. When a poet lives a moment in absolute self mode, with nothing but the poet per Se, no other accompaniments, pure and sheer self he or she lives her cosmic signature tune, which unlike the stars and thankfully so, is different for every moment, but specific to the poet. I think in this poem you lived your signature tune, you were in unison with your true self. I liked this poem Aparna, and again some how or the other I get the scent feminty in your pen, and it has nothing to do with gender, but the fundamental nature of ones soul. For example this poem could only have been written by a feminine soul. A man has no chance to think of it.
If thou wert a rose in that vale I'd love your rubious petals As I've opal eyes like a sparrow For shall I sing a song An unsung song of my soul For sweep away all your sorrows With the flutter of wings like a gale! ! A g'd poem! ! ! !
Aparnaji, today you are once again recognised and placed at #79 among the Best Member Poets on PoemHunter. Congratulations. All the best
Dear Suratha, Thank you for your review. I'm a woman, not a man, so please don't call me 'Sir'.
The poem 'A night song' is a love poem. Beautiful creation. Thank you sir for sharing.
Thanks Robert and Narayanan Kutty for your positive reviews.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Piyush, Subhas and Dev Anand, Thanks for your appreciation of this composition.