Dusk

Dusk short poem

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Dusk has fallen
Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves
Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation
Helped by the gentle breeze

Birds’s lullabies
Happy with their young
Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended
Protectors day and night

Far off mountains
Bluish dark in the distance
A veil of mists masking their peaks
In a game of hide and seek

Below I lay beholding the early stars
Twinkling, eager for a chitchat
Time stands still
Night has descended

Will the morrow come?

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Beautifully written sketch of that most beautiful time of night, where one is at peace with oneself and one with
the skies.

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