Featured Poem: Night Song - by Martins Deep

The household lamp burnt.

Its flames danced.

A starless night it was.

Gloom robbed the galaxies

of stars...and mother's night songs.

The rain passed by our huts

And we smelt her perfumed tailwind.

And ah! How it intoxicated

Mama with memories! -

Memories we can only imagine vaguely.

She held our arms walking through dusty memory lane

But we were children

Ravished by our dreams

Like snakes to a charmer's flute.

And her tears will flow

Into a boundless song

We were too weak-winged to join.

She knew we do not understand

With her eyes on papa's grave like in it is hid treasure never knew.

She'll hear Inspiration

Giving her the endless lyric of life

To our night songs

We failed to find depth in.

Until we got into her shoes

And our offsprings slept

Halfway through a line of our lullabies.

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