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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