IN MY GROVELAND. POEM.
IN MY GROVELAND !
A. F. EKBAL.
When evening levant slowly,
Light the lamp of the stars,
Step, step silently dear.
May be humming something
From around
Think it the periodic refrain .
It's time to be careful
The moon always not
The symbol of fancy-
May would pierce and
Torn with love.
The buds may lift the veil
The valleys may be filled with flowers,
In the fascinating dusk
When birds returning
To their nests
Get mingled with the kins !
Colours in life grow at home
Colours are lulled in the mind
And nourished by love-
No additional greenhouse
Required to cultivate the fragrance.
Just touch the moonlight slowly !
07-10-2021 .
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