Midnight short poem

Through the frosted glass windows
The bright streetlight …
…sweeps into my room
..in a diffused spray!!!

A night lorry lumbers
up the lane
Chugging its engines
In full throttle…
Rattling the room
…. shattering the silence of night!!

silence once again…
spreads its wings…
trying to muffle
The wall clock
Marking the passing minutes….

Silence is startled
With the twelve chiming strikes ….

It’s Midnight!!!

A mosquito buzzes
Good night to me
…as I get lulled to sleep
By the drone of the ceiling fan

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Very good…


Savi Mani

Lovely short poem …….so many disturbances in the silence of night when the mind and body is weary of fatigue, but finally relief comes around midnight when the body goes off to sleep exhausted……lovely nice poem…..loved reading it

Geetha Paniker


ammu sachariah

Excellent .


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