Night gives me might, To finely write, Ideas with weight, Reaching great height, Just dim light, What a delight, In the day for money fight, Only greed to sight, Night alone gives foresight, I do not say this overnight.
Night is damn calm and cool
He who sleeps is a great fool
A poet alone takes pen-tool
Great ideas, he does pool
The Moon in the Sky
Is a great playing guy
You know truly why
He will try, never die
The stars just twinkle
Loving their Moon-uncle
They also get wrinkle
Still reveal lovely sparkle
The hot breeze is conditioned
For which lovers have petitioned
Lovely mood is now sanctioned
This is by a poet only mentioned
The dark clouds travel very fast
Their friendship will not last
The blue Sky is very,very vast
Still, the Almighty is not lost
Sun has gone on official duty
Giving lovely nocturnal beauty
Orders from that great Almighty
Are executed with real clarity
A poet takes his pen to write
Gives him joy this fine night
His brain works in dim light
His poem is going to delight
Super ideas fill his poetic mind
True wisdom, he could now find
He knows that God is very kind
He regrets that the World is blind
His purse is thin and damn flat
Holes find a place in his hat
His house is infested with rat
No exercise as he is not fat
His morning is not that rich
As no money he could fetch
His life is the driest pitch
Still poems he could stitch.
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Poetry by mvvenkataraman
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Written on 2012-03-31 at 19:47
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Foresight in the Night
Night is damn calm and cool
He who sleeps is a great fool
A poet alone takes pen-tool
Great ideas, he does pool
The Moon in the Sky
Is a great playing guy
You know truly why
He will try, never die
The stars just twinkle
Loving their Moon-uncle
They also get wrinkle
Still reveal lovely sparkle
The hot breeze is conditioned
For which lovers have petitioned
Lovely mood is now sanctioned
This is by a poet only mentioned
The dark clouds travel very fast
Their friendship will not last
The blue Sky is very,very vast
Still, the Almighty is not lost
Sun has gone on official duty
Giving lovely nocturnal beauty
Orders from that great Almighty
Are executed with real clarity
A poet takes his pen to write
Gives him joy this fine night
His brain works in dim light
His poem is going to delight
Super ideas fill his poetic mind
True wisdom, he could now find
He knows that God is very kind
He regrets that the World is blind
His purse is thin and damn flat
Holes find a place in his hat
His house is infested with rat
No exercise as he is not fat
His morning is not that rich
As no money he could fetch
His life is the driest pitch
Still poems he could stitch.
mvvenkataraman
Poetry by mvvenkataraman
Read 943 times
Written on 2012-03-31 at 19:47
Tags Night Dark Spark
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