DIM LIGHT
a poem
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When I sit in gloom with
my door shut,
Then wildly I run my
pens,
When no man speaks
around my hut,
And I can listen to
silence.
No other place can be
better to write,
Poets cherish dim light.
At night when the
beetles near me sing,
And the moon starts
talking,
Then I fly in air
without wings,
And travel the earth
without walking,
Ideas then stir in my head whole night,
Ink then flows with all its might,
Poets cherish dim light.
Being alone and talking
with mind,
Is exploring yourself
and your mood,
Poets always odd things
find,
Poets find bliss in
solitude.
I am writing sitting
alone thisnight,
For poets cherish dim light.
© Asif Uzzaman
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2 comments:
Totally relatable. Solitude is love for poets and writers.😊
Once I was thinking what to write, and it occurred to me, why not put these feelings into words. And then was born DIM LIGHT.
Thanks for reading Chaste.
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