The cricket plays a melody in the night,
the gentle breeze joins its tune,
with the rustling grass it's flute.
The moon watching from up above,
shines his borrowed light,
onto the waves charging at the cliff.
The splashes of whitewash water that follow soon,
resonate a thunderous clap of a hundred hands,
and elevate the nights' mellow tune.
the twinkle of the stars, enchant my eye,
as I hear this nights' lullaby,
And fall into a languid slumber.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2021 12:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem draws inspiration from the summer vacation I spent with my grandparents in their village. It is a recollection of the nights I spent lying on the roof and listening to the various sounds harmonizing into a hypnotizing tune
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Pleasant to read, rich use of imagery
Well crafted dear poet
Keep writing and sharing…
I could envision perfectly the imagery you were using in this poem. Awesome.
I like your concept
blending in nature's nocturnal sounds
as a background melody to your lullaby is a wonderful idea,
thanks for sharing
appreciate it!
Very lovely ! 🙂🙂
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