SLEEPLESS NIGHT
The azoic crescent moving slowly
In the cloudless black firmament
The crickets making sounds loudly
And I am looking for you every moment.
The still stars whispering
With the heaps of the darkness
The leafless trees calmly sleeping
And I am remembering thy beauties.
My sleepless flaming poor heart
That silently laments and weeps
The drowsy darkness going out
But, I, for thine rose tender lips.
Oh! My dearest sweet honey
Where are you without kindness?
Come and console me my dear,
I am gloating for thy fairy face.
G.MURALI .M.A.
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