At Dead Of Night (A Triolet) Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

At dead of night, and in my silent hour
you reach me, dear with your love and affection
and drench me whole with a sultry shower
at dead of night, and at my silent hour
you enkindle my hope and thrill me with power
while refreshing together my emotion and passion
at dead of night, and in my silent hour
you reach me, dear with your love and affection.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)

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