Anil Kumar Panda

 

 

Anil Kumar Panda

 

It Is Past Mid-Night

 

The night has fallen outside

And the stars have begun to shine

I wish I could go to take a walk but

The moon is at the horizon and the

Clock shows it is almost nine

 

The wind has begun to blow

I can hear its whistling sound

I wish I could go and feel its flow

Against my face but the valley is

Deserted and not a soul is found

 

The night has fallen outside

Moon is shedding its soft light

I wish I could go and sit with the

Stars and sing a song for my love

But the clock shows its past midnight

 

 

 

 

Taking A Stroll In The Night

 

Strewn across the dark canvass

Of the night sky the diamond stars-

Sine in perfect patterns;

The wheel of time moves in a

Set rhythm creating and destroying

Moons and suns;

 

Sitting alone on a mound of

Soil and watching the falling of

Burning meteors;

Remembering grandpa’s tooth-

Less smile with stories of nights

And eerie folklores;

 

The soft breeze releases a

Melody soothing to the fatigued

Mind and soul;

Leaving the crazy crickets

To chirp and the last star to shine

I ended my stroll.

 

 

 

Our Story Of The Night

 

They tell the stories

The stars and the moon

About our nocturnal stints

Across the silent valley where a

Cool breeze makes the trees to swoon

 

They tell the stories

The meandering clouds

About our meeting at nights

About our parting when it is dawn

And birds from their nests chirp aloud

 

They tell the stories

The flowers of the night

About the joy we feel staying

In each other’s arms under the sky

Till from the east comes the first light

 

ANIL KUMAR PANDA