The perky pigeons pecked and played a pair
Perched on a crispy cable before the night;
The traffic, and its rustle-bustle was in the air
As the streetlight beamed into twilight!
I watched the sky, and the moon was still there
Racing against many patches of cloud;
I watched the stars; the formations were there
No change after all these years, I said it aloud!
Everything that I saw before was...
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Insomniac
Posted on December 15, 2020by Phanindra Khanal with No comments
It's late, past midnight, by the way
And too early to begin another day!
I take a deepest yawn
While waiting for a morning to dawn!
It’s too late to turn to a sweet deep sleep
And too early for a journey long and steep!
Time seems to be stagnant and immobile
And the night ahead seems a long, long mile!
I can't roll back to an evening previous
The time gone awry isn’t as precious;
Nor even to the...
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