The Fog Poem by Amar Agarwala

The Fog



THE FOG

When the night meanders down
Lonely winding pathways,
The fog comes in silently
And with the nocturne stays.

Like a widow at her veil
The wimple of a nun,
It pauses at some doorway
In a somber welcome.

It cavorts with the night wind
Telling stars not to peep,
Then sings a sweet lullaby
For the weary to sleep.

A phantom embrace done with
Kissing each one in turn,
It then whispers some secrets
All mortals need to learn.

Night long it regales verses
To mountains and the sea,
Then bids a languid farewell
To morning and to me.

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The Fog
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Palitha Ranatunge 28 February 2016

This is a very beautiful poem. You can imagine things that we normally can not image. It is something like that your soul has been haunting during the nigh, t having access to unaccesiable secrets of the nature by a human in real life. Thank you.

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Amar Agarwala 17 February 2017

Thank you dear Palitha... words of appreciation from a poet of your caliber is always so precious.

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Howard Savage 02 January 2016

Silent fog, a poem that cause you to deliberate on time past and present. Life comes and go silently at times.

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Amar Agarwala 05 January 2016

Thanks Howard. Read your poems... they are insightful!

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