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  237.     

Palabras Cariρosas

GOOD-NIGHT! I have to say good-night
To such a host of peerless things!
Good-night unto the slender hand
All queenly with its weight of rings;
Good-night to fond, uplifted eyes,
Good-night to chestnut braids of hair,
Good-night unto the perfect mouth,
And all the sweetness nestled there—
The snowy hand detains me, then
I’ll have to say Good-night again!

But there will come a time, my love,
When, if I read our stars aright,
I shall not linger by this porch
With my farewells. Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish it so?
You would have blushed yourself to death
To own so much a year ago—
What, both these snowy hands! ah, then
I ’ll have to say Good-night again!
 
Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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  238.     

Night

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
Ah, the sounds that are blown
In the freaks of the breeze,
By the spirit that sends
The voice of far friends
With the sigh of the seas
In the night!

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
Ah, the ghosts that make moan
From the days that are sped:
The old dreams, the old deeds,
The old wound that still bleeds,
And the face of the dead
In the night!

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
With the grass and the stone
O'er thy chamber so deep,
Ah, the silence at last,
Life's dissonance past,
And only pure sleep
In the night!
 
William Watson

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  239.     

The night I will always remember

Wednesday night at nine thirty
Terror sailed into my city.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Gripped with fear, panic and despair…
Grenades and bullets in the air.
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Tourists slaughtered on their vacation
Everyday folk massacred on a railway station
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Babies slaughtered in their mother’s womb
Five star hotels have become a mass tomb
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Children orphaned, a rabbi dead
Terrorists feeling no regret
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

Brave hearts butchered, lives in disarray
One night that lasted three whole days
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November

My city is battered
My faith in every politician, shattered
I will always, always remember,
The night of 26th November
 
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  240.     

Every Night: A Ghazal

Every wound of heart extends a little deep every night,
Pangs of death & of pain, hush up my sleep every night;

Miles & miles lie ahead of me before I depart,
I mind every promise I ought to keep, every night;

Tears pour like drops of rain every hour of day,
Moistening its soil into my soul, they seep, every night,

Memories of the moment each of us parted ways:
Nightmares of it- they make me leap, every night;

They boast of innocence & bask in warmth of sin,
Over my sin of innocence, I repent & weep, every night;

Tell your memories to stay away from this ailing being,
To ensure its torment, into my spirit they peep, every night;

To rejuvenate my stone cold tearful eyes, I burn,
Each of their dreams, on (of woods) a heap, every night;

Into my heart, seeds of love blossom flowers of sorts,
Into my being, Waseem, only thorns I reap, every night.

© Waseem A Malla
Srinagar Kashmir
 
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