Late This Night Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
Late This Night
Late this night
Electric lights gone
I am sitting at the window sill
Looking out
Through the window.
The calm moonlight seen
Falling over the silent earth.
Making me remember
My distant past
Of agrarian life.
Oh! Flutist
Of the long past
Now play your flute
In this solitary hour.
Yet there is no haystack heap
At the courtyard
Nor the thatch roof stable
Where ruminating
Waging their tales intermittently
The cattle resting.
But oh, flutist,
Play your flute
From the distant horizon
To the tune
Long ago I heard.
A touching expression has been made on events past on late this night. I want to cite some lines... Late this night Electric lights gone I am sitting at the window sill Looking out Through the window. The calm moonlight seen Falling over the silent earth. Makingme remember My distant past Of egalitarian life. Beautiful poem.10
I recognized a feeling of longing for that wonderful sound of the flute to play when we are mesmerized by a superb view of the moonlight. Excellent poem
The calm moonlight seen! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Oh! Flutist Of the long past Now play your flute In this solitary hour. play on my flutist from far away.. you are very poetic my dear friend. you have the power of imagination....... thank u. tony