Night Sounds Poem by avani chomal

The night sounds
While you hear voices underneath your bed,
You tend to think what could it be?
May it be crazy hoppers uttering poetry,
Or may be some words in brief.
How far you could think those talks go?
Did it pierce beneath?
Oh, you now wonder why it mourns,
Or are you too lazy of let it be.
A creaking voice surrounding the garden area,
Hiding from the lighted streets.
Appearing only in the dim arrows,
Slowly approaching the upper cliché.
Thud voice overpowering your thoughts,
Mind entails thou to beseech.
With every tap on the road map,
Sounding near & grieved.
You heard it again & now you will to see,
putting your courage together, you walk terribly.
Soon as you receive a watery layer underneath your foot,
Felt the most ugly world in deep.
Just another few moments of discovering the reality,
You keep trailing the scene.
Thundering & raining of the outrage is now loud & clear,
Don't you now know what it is?
Still longing to demark,
Walking wistfully & grace is lost amicably.
You would not believe your eyes onto what it saw,
An English rose lying disruptively.
Thy mourns out of pain & sorrow,
It's fast paced world was miscarried by the disgrace of greed.
You now want to know who thy would be?
It is the first real wounded nakedly.
She lost the sight & breathe in heavily,
Wanting to be understood by the charms she couldn't be one of it probably.
Now you shed your first tear,
She still longs her last worth seeing your eyes teary.
Thoughts rushing into the blood & nerves of being cold,
You mourn now of seeing yourself loosing indeed.