Sunday Poem By Prasanna Kumar
The beauty of silence
The beauty of silence
I, hear at calm nights,
critters and night owls
howl and scowl
with tiny fireflies
surround my core,
the mood glistens
as the night walks
towards catching cold,
I, start shivering
and trembling
by the wafting
of icing breeze,
the eerie whispers
fell into my ears,
murmuring magical spells
of Nature,
I take the picture of silence
by clicking inner lens,
pasting the imagery
of smiling waxing
moon at the back of my heart,
as the time rolls
my hands scurry on the soil
to scribble poetic nonsense,
to sensitize my blurred senses.
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