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It is an Indian midnight, Here it descends so quietly, But now it is here so quickly, So sonorous is the zeroth hour, But none will listen to its music, Hear the crickets breaking the silence, In the end, it's midnight.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Minutes Till Midnight
It is an Indian midnight, Here it descends so quietly, But now it is here so quickly, So sonorous is the zeroth hour, But none will listen to its music, Hear the crickets breaking the silence, In the end, it's midnight.
Midnight Poem. My HP Poem #1053 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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