The Nights— Because Dark is beautiful....

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 The Nights

( In frame: Starry Nights by Van Gough; 1889)


Appreciate the nights

As death approaches

And peacefully pacifies 

The billionaire’s un-ending cry

For more.

The man who just wants

More of a body, more of bodice

And more bodies

And the men shamelessly

Cry : 'a pervert'!

Gets a comfortable sleep

Into the bosom of his cocotte—

A keeper, thirsty of love,

Hopefully dies with 

Twinkles in her eyes

Love shall come—be patient.

The night is dark

The sky jaded with diamonds

Hides the vulgar

And leaves to observe

What is meant to see’!

 

2nd Dec, Kol, 1:32 am


 Starry Nights In strings Listen here—

https://youtu.be/PQa-L7BMFI8

Comments

  1. jabeenDecember 12, 2021 at 8:36 AM

    Wow!!

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  2. UnknownDecember 12, 2021 at 9:31 AM

    ,🌹🌹🌹🌹

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  3. Souraseni BDecember 12, 2021 at 10:09 AM

    thnk u all

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  4. Ashani ChakrabortyDecember 12, 2021 at 10:09 AM

    Wow. This was amazing!

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  5. UnknownDecember 12, 2021 at 11:05 AM

    Lovely poem

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  6. UnknownDecember 12, 2021 at 11:10 AM

    Strikingly original. Will become more and more original.

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  7. Amit DeyDecember 12, 2021 at 11:28 AM

    Beautiful 🌼

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  8. Sayan MandalDecember 13, 2021 at 12:17 PM

    Wow

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  9. Sreejani Guha RoyDecember 14, 2021 at 10:32 PM

    💓💓

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  10. Shakeb Fraz December 19, 2021 at 8:45 AM

    Beautiful poem! 😃

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  11. WriternovaDecember 22, 2021 at 1:00 AM

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