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| digital art by ashok |
I walk in circles on my open terrace,
Over the warm terracotta -bare foot.
The night is tepid- winds of furnace;
Summer night – Even the birds are mute.
No sign of rain –the air is dry;
I look up – a cloudless sky.
With no where to hide-the moon is high;
The only riot – the bats that fly.
The mosquitoes menacingly encircle me
Even as the crickets and lizards chant
The town is dark as far as I could see
Powerless, Sleepless- the endless rant…
Well grasped the current status into beautiful penning! Excellent work with the night art ashok! Admired your job :)
ReplyDeleteLovely lines for the picture.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the heat!
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is so inspiring!
ReplyDeleteeerie....
ReplyDeletevivid description
Beautiful photo my friend, and all are photoshop.
ReplyDeleteThis is a stunning image Ashok!
ReplyDeletereally nice
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and picture:)
ReplyDeletethat reminds me of summers when I lived in Malawi!
ReplyDeleteGreat image, Ashok!
ReplyDeleteFabulous description of summer night, Beautiful word pictures.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice day,
Joseph
Beautiful art work that goes well with the poem.
ReplyDeleteWell written. In Coimbatore and perhaps for most parts of Tamilnadu the power cuts run as long as 9-10 hours a day - and very apt words to describe this experience: menacing mosquitoes encircling, powerless sleepless, bats that fly( I get up in the middle of the night to swing my electric bat to catch mosquitoes :) ....... The digital art is exquisite.
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Beautiful picture and poem!
ReplyDeleteNice capture of the summer night...sleepless but a lovely scene ~
ReplyDeletelovely words...nice capture too!
ReplyDeletevery well expressed..been going through all your posts..thanks for dropping in
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