Twilight Song

Twilight Song short poem

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The sky is aglow with last rays
On altitudes twilight lingers late
And saffron clouds hang like lanterns
In the vast dusky firmament

So deep and gloomy are my thoughts
But not in the net of melancholy caught
I might fall further into somber reverie
Albeit I hear an abrupt, ethereal melody
Some spontaneous notes bursting out
As summer rain from a spout

I spot two songsters on a tree
Singing their evening hymns heartily
Straight from their golden hearts
As both frolic and play their parts

Hark! They expand their diurnal lays
Till eventide with an exceptional grace
Soon they wing their way to the nest
Rendering my song a sweet cadence
And turning my sorrow into a verse
Letting not my trance growing adverse

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Akhtar Jawad
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I spot two songsters on a tree
Singing their evening hymns heartily
Straight from their golden hearts
As both frolic and play their parts
It’s beautiful and amazing.

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