I lay on bed waiting for that moment,
The night guard passed on his last round
Mournfully whistling another night was spent,
Though the night was still lulled by weary crickets’ sound.
My windowpane like a lusty lover clung darkness tight
If that would let him hold onto the night
Unwilling to let go the stars out of sight
Fearful his secret would be cracked by daylight.
I waited in bated breath that inevitable moment
Eyeing the glass to catch the transition
A bulbul called to say another night was spent
Other hopeful voices broke out in unison.
I love the time just before dawn. It's still dark, but the birds know it's time to sing and wake everyone up. Very nice reading this.
Beautiful way each lines are expressed..Lovely poem and loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The transition from night to dawn is beautiful with sunlight slowly peeping in and the songs of early birds! Some images in the poem, I loved much!