Rhyme 6 short poem

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Western clouds set the crimson tent for sun’s rest,
Lonely eve pulls sighing curtain of losing day,
Foggy stillness steals the last field green
In hasty strides for another lonely night.
Passing owl shrills noisy flap,
Day’s last bird completes its final round
Before dropping of dews’ silent fall.
Mine self shooting tremble feelings,
Swoon over Moonlit marvel native.
Silence guards the nights palace, mists built,
That will dull the trimming visions
Overlooking drowsy hamlets.
Loud dogs, village faithful rend ghostly calls,
To space thirsty soul in nature’s fountain.
Starry lamps glow bright
For all, time for nature’s prayer has come.

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Shuvo Chakraborty

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