The Fallen Night | Poem

The falling night’s the night,

We became part under the moon’s last,

As we hear the owl’s whispering,

We kissed our souls’ blessing.

Things we did on that night,

Has left marks on the night,

We wounded the night with our moanings,

And, we nakedly embraced each other’s scents.

We found love, pain and pleasure,

At that falling night without care.

As we teared our clothes in passion,

We knew we were in love.

As the morning sun came up,

We looked into each other’s eyes,

And felt secured as if in a nest’s arms.

We were lovers, there was no doubt,


As we wore our clothes in shame,

We became apart under the sunshine.

©Suraj Jangid


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