Poets Cherish Dim Light (POEM)

DIM LIGHT

a poem

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When I sit in gloom with my door shut,

Then wildly I run my pens,

When no man speaks around my hut,

And I can listen to silence.

No other place can be better to write,

Poets cherish dim light.

At night when the beetles near me sing,

And the moon starts talking,

Then I fly in air without wings,

And travel the earth without walking,

Ideas then stir in my head whole night,

Ink then flows with all its might,

Poets cherish dim light.

Being alone and talking with mind,

Is exploring yourself and your mood,

Poets always odd things find,

Poets find bliss in solitude.

I am writing sitting alone thisnight,

For poets cherish dim light.

© Asif Uzzaman

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