Sight At Night

Sight At Night

That fug filled night

And silent Bhubaneswar

I'm walking alone on roof top

And enjoying the scenic beauty of nature…

I'm not a poet

But it's forcing me to be

Don't know what Lord Lingaraaj wants

May be a magic unseen

Far in the greens

The flowing water of lake

Creating a thought of painting

Or an picture freshly taken

The dropping dew from sky

Looking like falling rain

I heard a terrible sound from behind

Oh! It's my hard working train

The cool breeze touched me

With his frozen hands

It's becoming colder the surround

Moon is playing hide and seek in clouds

The smart city is now

Beneath the shelter of sleep

A new busy morning is waiting for them

The trees are whispering

"Let's return to room", I thought

My face has a heartily smile

Mother called me,  "O girl! Come inside

Now, it's time to sleep.

By
Seema Samal