The night is

my eternal Mum,
she wraps me in

a swaddling

of ebony,
spins me

a mobile

of stars above,
and a hazy moon

for a night light.

She sings ancient
dirges to me

in the lullabies

of crickets chirps,
and whispering


Stars fall

but I am

Worlds collapse

and I slumber on.


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

You are so expressive here, strong metaphors - loved it very much...

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

I like this poem very much.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

You da Man!

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