Night Night

by Satish Verma   May 24, 2021


Like a vampire,
night swoops down.
Temple bells ring.

I am happy?
not to invoke any god.
Crickets share my muse.

The tall minarets,
stand erect in dark.
Muezzin gives a call.

My friends long
dead, would come and
talk ceaselessly.

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