A Midnight Song

Those street lamps overhead along a half-orbed street,
A new glow ever and many gowns with,
And when it's dead each other they meet,
Which ends with next dawn, with shapes; lithe
Shall find you not in any world this night,
With few new specks each day, adorning the sky,
Claiming with beauty your very first sight,
And hiding in each hot morning with shy,
How deep you go into those lakes with lusture,
Shall surely you find a watery heaven,
With a frozen moon gazing at woods those glitter,
All like pearls of necklace when ripples the gain.

And what you find in that night so dark,
All shining tracts with each one's own mark.

by Saheb Mohapatra

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