Darkness set in as a velvety blanket,
Dewdrops fell in and gave it a twinkle,
Crickets sang to the mates they met,
A gentle breeze rocked sleep’s cradle.
The moon was at its fullest shine,
A milky glow it had cast below,
A stream ran – a howl, a whine
To join the sea – its spirits in tow.
A stone slipped, landed in the stream,
Ripples and ripples, rings ensued,
Setting free scores of bounded dreams,
Some deserted, yet others pursued.
©Anitha Kaveri
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