A Midnight Sonata
When one by one all the shops have closed along
and the night is a muslin turning blue anon
There’s a misty air that says it's getting late
The town has gone to sleep and the stars have left
But the dew on lips is yet so sweet and wet
And passions heave with a force of glee and haste
And the urge to find the Shangri-la is great
The moon is a forlorn watcher at the gate
Witnessed by time, oh that lonely passer-by
This revelry, nay this beauty rises high
But who wants to part away and say goodbye?
Copyright © Anant Dhavale, 2022
Bio:
Anant Dhavale writes poetry in English, Marathi and Urdu.
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