Dot Of Green Poem by shushil choubey

Dot Of Green



I remained silent, there was reason to speak
I wait in shadow of evening;
I wish I could!
May the box of voice open up?
But it will not - tonight
I can’t see my dot of green;
It’s dull and grey tonight
I prey to Morpheus;
Be kind to me tonight!
The nights are unkind and insane;
I wish tomorrow is a different day
And the night greyer than dark

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 15 September 2008

Yes a tomorrow should always be a different day, more attractive. Love it.

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Joseph Poewhit 11 September 2008

Night time has always had a foreboding about it

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