Midnight Blues

by Satish Verma   Oct 10, 2021


Like godfather,
moon was giving a
benevolent smile.

Picking at bedclothes.
Cannot sleep?
moon was too bright.

Stony creek.
I collect the pebbles?
of all colors.

The peacocks?
cried in rising crescendo.
Night was silent.

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