Farmland's Night Poem by Kaustubh Patthe

The night is getting widow,
It is so cloudy and decor.
The moonlight is coming through my window,
And falling on my floor.

And The view I descry,
Of the grassy farmland fields,
there's a luster of stars in sky,
And I'm watching and waiting to yield.

The shivery wind breezes,
And Ample the aroma of Jasmin.
Every misery she seizes,
By playing the symphony of violin.

Now it is dawn and dawning,
The sun is on the verge of rise.
The flicker of shine appears,
from the wild blue yonder.

And I'm so lipped,
And I'm watching and waiting to yield.
This is a view I descry,
Of the grassy farmland fields