Nights are always calm...... -everyone said.
But I never felt so....
I always hear a strange drumbeat from some distances.
I always hear a strange drumbeat from some distances.
It disturbs my sleep.
I listen to it eagerly.
while my parents, my siblings 'n' my love
cover themselves with the cool blanket of night
I remained awaken.
I wonder, why they aren't disturbed of that strange, wild drumbeat.
Which nocturnal creature beats those drums.
In the beginning, it frightened me.
It made the solitude which visited me very often more wild.
I kept my windows open and sharpened my ears.
"It may be a poor soul's grief".......... I guessed.
But why only me hearing the 'grief beats'.
I closed my ears so tight.
But those beats pierced in like how 'my love' pierced into my heart.
The beats fastened as time rushes
and it sounds more louder.
I looked around
resting bodies and minds under the cool blanket of night.
Nights are never calm.......
- I said.
But none felt so.....
(A poem by my Friend)
