The silence of the night
Sleep gone for a long walk
It had visited me in the afternoon
And stayed for an hour or two
Thoughts wander
Listening to the night rains
Drop, drop, drip, drip
From the plants, the roof
A train passing in the distance
Rumbling and whistling
Carrying sleepy passengers on
Or may be cargos of coal and iron
Silence, long stretches of silence
A dog starts howling and moaning
What bothers him?
May be a thief or a cat
Sun, wherever have you gone?
No other light can replace you
Not the moon, nor the stars
No light that humans create
Spaces, vast empty spaces
Between stars, between atoms, between minds
So hard to bridge the spaces
The hardest is to read the minds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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