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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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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