In silence You speak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Slipped into bed and began to review,
The year that had gone, with a distant view.
Sky, a shade of grey pearls, on full moon night.
On last day and hour of year, ah, so bright.
As clock struck twelve, and crackers erupt.
Revellers cheered and sang, ushered in first.
Watching the sky show from my windowpane
Was filled with delight, touched by song’s soft strains.
Became oblivious to outside din.
And conversed with my celestial kin.
I can’t miss my appointment with night.
Just can’t retire early try as I might.
The night and quiet serenade and revive
Body and spirit, wake up feeling alive.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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